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My grandmother's cup
There has not been a day in my grandma's house which I haven't seen her drinking warm and dark coffee or a soothing tea in her favorite ceramic white cup, smelling nice all the time. I've been there almost every summer and christmas since I have use of memory and I wouldn't change that for anything… She passed away two years ago. She was a wonderful, very kind, lovable, caring, and always had her arms open trying to get along with everyone, always with a big smile. She owned a white, small, flowered cup made of ceramic and a matching saucer which she almost did not use. That cup may have witness an enormous mixture of feelings, no matter if it is happiness or sadness it has been always there in our endless talks with my aunt, my mom and maybe a couple of cigarettes. She was always happy with her cup in the morning, enjoying her sons, spouse, grandchildren and a delicious breakfast. In fact I'm impressed because that cup has never been dropped or broken, it has age spots but still intact, is located in the kitchen cupboard and nobody touches it for fear of breaking it, but there it is reminding us how my grandmother loved it. Whenever I go to the kitchen, I see that cup and all the good times I spent with my grandmother and the rest of my family come to mind. Its breaks in the ceramic are wrinkles in time and marks in my heart. Although it is something material, it has a sentimental value. For me is an example of how slow time moves, how quickly we change, but its essence remains beautiful as my grandmother. She used to play cards with her friends every thursday and it was kind of funny to see all the old ladies with their flowered cups of tea or coffee, laughing, telling stories like in the movies. My grandmother and I had a lot in common even physically, I am the granddaughter that most resembles to her. I think I love tea because of her. She laughed a lot, fussed a lot, and cooked a lot, but most of all, she loved me a lot and maybe someday she will see me supping coffee from her cup. Time and moments will pass but she will stay in my heart. I hope someday to have that cup in my kitchen.
