My mother comes first, always.

I watched my mother as she approached to hand me the cup of dark coffee, I watched her face’s reflection inside the cup, I watched her eyes getting narrower and her wrinkles digging up bolder and her collar bones popping out to more visible.
I looked up at her and thanked her. She smiled at me and I saw the gap of her lost teeth. Her smile was genuine. I kept trying to remember any good deed I have done throughout my life for God to grant me that amazing person. I didn’t find any.
I looked at my coffee and saw my face growing old. I watched my eyes getting narrower and my wrinkles digging up bolder and my collar bones popping out to be more visible. I looked up again and she was gone. I smiled to my reflection and saw my face marks and tried to read them. It was blurry, I couldn't.
I took a sip of coffee; it was still warm.

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