Ayse has one blue cup. She uses it every morning. She drinks her tea in the small kitchen and looks out the window. One morning, the cup falls. It breaks on the floor. Ayse is sad. It is only a cup, but it is her cup. Her brother sees the pieces. He says nothing. He goes to the shop. In the evening, he comes home with a new blue cup. It is not the same cup. The colour is a little different. Ayse smiles. "Thank you," she says. She puts it on the shelf. The next morning, she drinks her tea from the new cup. It is a good morning.