I can still remember that day my mom bought that cup.
It was beautifully painted,with a picture of a cow grazing in the field the handle,two piece of clay were on top of each other,forming a little figurine.
It was also a cow,staring at us with little eyes.
Mom loved tea at that time.
I recall saying "Mommy,look!You can loop the string around the cow's neck!It has a collar now!".
Of course,I didn't know that cows couldn't wear she smiled and winded that piece of string around the figurine.
That Avada Kedavra changed my life forever.
I was in bed,sleeping then,a scream echoed throughout the house.
I will never forget how much it hurt to see her body fall,lifeless.
I didn't see who her murderer was.
But that person had destroyed a child's life.
I hope they realized that.
But time passes,and wounds healed.
My mother's cup is all I had left of her,but it's like a bit of her is with me whenever I used it.
"Mommy,why do you always drink tea?"my youngest daughter asks me.
"Silly!She just like it,Sofia!"My other child,Skylar said.
Smiling,I hold the cup to my lips,savoring the taste of the refreshment.
Lowering it,I see David's brown eyes,glowing with amusement.
"I swear,you drink more tea than water."he teased.
"We're in London,are we not?"I shot back.
Shaking his head,he sat back down on the couch.
"Wanna see me do magic,girls?"he called.
A blur of brown tackled him.
"Come on,Daddy!Show us!"Skylar begged.
Laughing,he made brilliant sparks eject from his wand.
Seeing this sight,my mind was comforted.
All was well.