My Grandma's Mug (马克杯)
When I was growing up, one of my favorite traditions was Sunday-morning breakfast with my grandparents. They lived up the street in our tiny river town and welcomed any mass-goers from our large 1 family to their home after.
As soon as we walked in the door, Grandma got busy making a fresh pot of coffee, while Grandpa took 2 at the stove. The rest of us 3 the table before gathering around it in 4 of the meal.
Once her family had finally had their 5, Grandma would6 in her chair in the living room, leaving the7 in the kitchen for cleanup later. Her coffee mug on the table next to her, Grandma joined in on the various 8 that were happening around that comfortable room.
Both of my grandparents have 9 in recent years. As the holidays 10, I find myself 11 to see Grandma and Grandpa in that kitchen just one more time.
The sights, sounds, and smells of those cherished mornings 12 over me recently when I went to pour my own morning coffee. As I 13 a certain mug, the memory of my grandma in her kitchen — coffee in hand, making sure we were all taken care of — brought 14 to my eyes. Knowing her hands once held the coffee mug helps me feel15to her and the love we will always share.