Author:SapphireMarbles
Disclaimer: I do not own Dynasty Warriors. Koei Tecmo owns Dynasty Warriors.
Jasmine Tea
Here I am, my dear, sitting on my bed on this silent, cold winter night. I am drinking fresh, hot Jasmine Tea to heat my body since the layers of clothing I have on won't warm me enough. I bring the tea cup to my stomach and look down onto the tea. My lonely reflection staring right back at me.
I remember Jasmine Tea was your favorite. I remember your smile as you smelled the sweet aroma whenever I prepared the Jasmine Tea in our kitchen. I remember how you persuaded our children to like the taste of tea especially Jasmine Tea despite their loathing. I remember that you would drink Jasmine Tea after meals, when assisting our children in their studies, brainstorming new strategies for upcoming battles, and in your stressful state. I remember how when we first met you asked my father if there were any Jasmine Tea in my house. I even remember the week before you were greatly ill that you requested me to prepare you Jasmine Tea. I hate how Jasmine Tea remind me of you. I hate its sweet taste despite it being delicious. I hate Jasmine Tea, but I know my memories of you associated with this drink will not fade away. I do not want to lose any memory of you.
From my reflection of the tea, I can see strands of my gray hair falling from my bun. My hair is no longer the brown-reddish color from your last sight of me. It have been fifteen years since you left this world before me. Many things have happened these past years except the taste of Jasmine Tea. Our children have grown and build their own families. You would be so proud of the achievements our children and grandchildren have accomplished. I remember your words "intelligence is beauty" when referring to the rumors that have once surrounded me. I have carried on those words to our family with the thought of mentioning you.
I take one last sip to finish my tea. The drink have now warmth my entire body. I place the tea cup on my tray and picked it up before I make my way to the door of my room. I glance at the full moon facing my window. Someday, my dear, we will meet again and I will serve Jasmine Tea to you like how I used to.