Just One of Those Chores That Make No Sense!
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There’s a daily tea ritual in my home.
Every morning, I brew a fresh cup for my husband, and then the scavenger hunt begins.
He’s never quite where I last saw him. Sitting room? No. Garden? Nope. Gate? Not a chance. Backyard? Still missing.
By then, the food on the stove demands my attention, so I resort to a holler.
“Why are you shouting again?” comes his instant reply from the terrace - hidden in plain sight.
So I climb up, hand over the tea, and hurry back down.
But my quest isn’t over.
Recovery of the empty cup takes a new round: the wooden ladder to the treehouse, the backyard swing, the step to the outhouse, maybe even a ledge by the gate. Wherever the tea ends, the cup rests.
And then, there’s my son's calm, steady, routine - he pours his tea, chats idly, savors a few minutes together. When he’s done, he washes the cup and sets it carefully on the rack.
No hunt, no holler, no trail to follow. A simple act. Quietly considerate.
Sometimes generations don’t change with words, but with small gestures. A cup returned is a small kindness.
And some days, it feels like a quiet revolution!
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