I thought it was just an old mug — until I saw what was written at the bottom.
My father used the same chipped mug for years.
After he died, I washed it and saw faded handwriting under the cup:
“For Dad. Love, Sam. Age 6.”
Sam was my brother…
who passed away when he was seven.
My dad never mentioned the mug.
But he used it every single morning.
Quietly remembering his little boy.
He wasn’t drinking coffee —
he was drinking memories.
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