I drank the tea while it was hot

Dear Delyara, No reheating. No forgetting. No standing. No “just one second” interruption that turns a cup of tea into one more symbol of a woman putting herself after everything else. I made it. I sat down. I drank it while it was still exactly what it was meant to be. That felt like dignity in a mug. I think when life gets too fragmented, wholeness becomes emotional. One complete little thing can move you more than it should. This cup did.