The day began with the red sun of the morning spilling over the window sill. We sat beside each other watching the light continue to pour inside our kitchen. In silence we shared a cup of tea made sweet with your hands. You put me to your lips taking sips of me throughout breakfast. My fragility became increasingly noticeable each time you grabbed onto me.

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