A Cup for Lily

When James came home every evening, he always saw two cups of tea on the table — one for

him, and one for his wife, Lily. They’d shared that

habit for 40 years. One evening, he sat down and smiled sadly at the empty chair.

It had been three months since Lily passed away. Yet, every night,

he still made her tea. That day, as he stared at the cup,

a soft breeze passed through the window, and the cup gently tilted toward him — like someone saying

cheers. Tears filled his eyes, but for the first time,

he smiled. Because deep down, he knew… she never really left.