In a small, warm kitchen, there was a simple wooden shelf filled with cups of various colors and shapes. However, among all the cups, there was one that was the most special—a sky-blue cup with a soft white cloud pattern. It was Rina’s favorite cup.
Every morning, before the sun fully rose, Rina always poured coffee into that cup. It felt incomplete if she had to drink from another cup. “Somehow, the coffee tastes better here,” she muttered one morning, smiling to herself.
However, one day, when Rina was in a hurry to clean the table, her favorite cup slipped from her grasp. Time seemed to slow down as she watched the cup fall to the floor and shatter into pieces.
Rina was silent, her eyes looking at the shards with sadness. Her husband who saw the incident immediately approached and said softly, “Maybe it’s time to find a new favorite cup?”
Although it was heavy, Rina finally nodded. A few days later, her husband brought her a gift—a blue cup with almost the same cloud pattern. As she poured coffee into it, Rina smiled.
The taste of the coffee remains the same, but one thing is different—the memories of the old cup live on in the new cup.