At the beginning of the semester Jake saw an advertisement for a Coke cup that McDonald's was giving out with the order of a large Value Meal. You know, those scams where you upgrade to way more food than you actually need for a small tricket or other piece of crap.
The next day, we drove on over and upgraded so that we could be the proud owners of a Coca Cola glass cup.
I think it was the best day of his life. Since we got that cup, he would not drink out of anything else (unless it was dirty, then he settled for a regular one). It was like a security blanket that helped him drink milk with Oreo's.
And then it happened...
I was doing the dishes one night and had just put it on the drying rack when I opened the drawer below it and out of no where the cup became a gymnast and flipped through the air landing on the rug and shattering all over the kitchen. I watched it in slow motion but knew there was nothing I could do to save this precious keepsake.
He heard the shatter and looked over from the couch. And that face... he made that face that says
I-am-so-sad-about-this-but-I-don't-want-you-to-feel-bad-so-I'll-pretend-like-it's-okay. I felt so bad.
And now that glass-friend of his buried in the landfill to stay.