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The cup had been around forever. It had served hot soup for the master, porridge for the young ones and hot tea for the lady of the house. It was once strong, in color, in shape. The one cup everybody used. The only cup they could afford.
Sometimes the young ones would break into a fight, about who got to use the cup first. This made the lady of the house create a timetable for the cup. In the morning, she was to use it first, to sip her hot tea in. When the young ones woke up, they had to take their porridge, one sip at a time, to avoid fighting over the cup. They would sit around the cup, served with warm porridge, and pass the cup around, clockwise from the youngest to the oldest. In the evening, they served the master's hot soup in the cup.
As the young ones grew, so did their wealth grow. The lady of the house, with the help of the master, bought more cups to accommodate everybody. But, the metallic cup remained the favorite.
Now, it sat on the shelf, covered with dust, a home to the spiders and the roaches. It had been a while since they took it down to polish it, which they did once in a while. They never dared to get rid of it. It sat there. Though chipped, it served as a trophy. A reminder of the warmth the cup once carried around the household.
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