I found it in a thrift shop.
Fine bone china big enough to hold gallons of coffee on the toughest days and a single serving of oatmeal on cold winter mornings.
It holds hot lemon tea with honey when I'm sick.
Coffee on normal days.
When I'm writing it's right beside me holding caffeine and critiques.
Over the years it's held change and flower petals, candy canes and crayons.
The day it breaks I will cry...
