Tea time

It was a normal day as we sat at out dark round table. The water boiled for the tea as it always did. She sat there smiling but something was on her mind.

"Grandma, what is it?" I ask curiously. "Let us drink our tea" she said as a tear ran down her face. I rushed to her side with a peppermint tea, her favorite type. "Grandma what is it?" I said a little more alarmed. She just smiled and kissed the top of my head. she reached out and took her tea, and I took mine. After she finished, I took her cup to the sink. She whispered an "I love you" as she vanished into the air, but I could still feel her presence, I knew she would always be there. So I keep a cup of peppermint tea on the table next to me every time I drink mine, I know she's drinking hers. A beautiful way to remember my grandma, was the last cup of tea is always warm.