In a small house on the edge of town, Rania sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee from her favorite cup. It was a dark blue cup with a white floral motif, a gift from her mother many years ago. Every morning, before starting her day, she always used that cup.
But this morning was different. As she placed the cup on the table, a soft cracking sound was heard. Rania stared anxiously—a small crack appeared on the edge.
“Ah… why now?” she muttered softly.
The cup was not just an object to her. There were memories in every sip—warm conversations with her mother, quiet mornings with her husband, and the laughter of her children who loved to play around the table.
She tried to pour more coffee, hoping that the crack meant nothing. But fate had other plans. Slowly, a thick brown liquid seeped from the crack. Rania sighed.
After a moment of contemplation, she smiled slightly. Maybe it was time to let something go, just like life goes on. She took the cup carefully, then placed it on a special shelf, not to be used again, but to be remembered.
In the afternoon, her husband came home with a small package.
“Something needs to be replaced, right?” he said, handing her the box.
Rania opened it curiously, then chuckled. A new cup, blue with a white floral motif, almost identical to the old one.
“Maybe this is a good start,” she said, pouring coffee into her new cup.
And the following mornings continued to start the same way—a warm cup of coffee, old memories, and new stories waiting to be created.