On the edge of a cup

He extended his hand holding the cup and took a small sip, and... opened his eyes in surprise, looked at the coffee carefully, then inhaled its aroma deeply before taking another sip that increased his astonishment. He called the housekeeper and asked her in amazement: Who prepared the coffee today? The housekeeper looked surprised and replied: The cook, sir, as usual! He raised his eyebrows in wonder, looked again at the coffee for a moment, then asked her to leave. Strange... for the first time, he noticed that the coffee prepared by the house cook for nearly ten years has a smell and taste similar to those he used to drink in the village where he lived with his family in the past. How did he not notice that similarity before?! He sighed while still holding the coffee cup, inhaling its fragrant scent, then lifted the cup and took a deep breath, then sighed heavily, talking to himself. Memories are strange; they take us away from our reality, to a world where reality and dreams intertwine and weave a special world of our own, with a unique color, taste, and scent that no one else shares with us! ... Truly strange! His memories spilled onto his heart like coffee spilling over the edge of the cup. Page count: 131 Publisher: Dar Ta'theer Author: Hanaa Mohsen Khashim