Cara broke her parent's favorite pair of purple cups that they had got as a wedding present from her great-grandma all the way from Africa. But her surprise knows no bound when she sees her husband, Mr. Beckwith, calmly replace it with a new similar...
It was a beautiful Sunday morning and like all mornings, Cara was busy washing the cups and cutleries while her parents were out in the park and were not to be expected back before brunch. Her husband, Mr. Beckwith, was busy watching a movie, The Godfather being the film of choice for that day.
Just as Amerigo Bonasera asked a cat-petting Don Corleone for justice for his daughter, a loud crash followed by Cara's scream made Beckwith pause the scene and run towards the kitchen.
"What happened?" He asked his wife who was covering her cheeks with her hand while staring at a broken purple cup.
Cara kept staring at the shattered mug as she whispered, "I broke mum and dad's cup."
Beckwith sighed and disappointedly looked at his wife. "You made me pause Godfather for this?"
She annoyingly looked at her nonchalant husband and furrowed her brow, "Don't you get it, Beckwith? My parents treasure this cup! They got it from great gran at their wedding. It was a family heirloom, passed down from our ancestors in Africa! It's one of a kind! My parents will kill me if they find out!"
Beckwith sighed and went out, leaving his gaping and frightened wife alone. A few minutes later he returned with a set of similar looking cups and set it on the cupboard much to his wife's surprise.
The purple cup, like its predecessor, had the same hand painted flowers near its rim. It even had a similar series of spirals near its bottom, each handpainted and akin to the tribal's style of drawing.
Cara gaped at her husband who was smiling smugly and mentally tooting his own horn.
"How?" She asked, finally processing her thoughts into words.
Mr. Beckwith chuckled at his wife and said, " When you, Ma and Pa were off on a vacation last year, I happened to mistakenly break the cup while making coffee. I got freaked out and decided to find a replacement instead of crying over the split cup. After a lot of searches online and in the local markets, I finally found one in a town 50 miles from here."
"And there you found the replacement?"
Mr. Beckwith laughed gleefully, " The replacement? I found a whole goldmine of replacements! I decided to buy seven pairs in case we may need them. And look, today it came in handy."
"How was it that my parent never knew?" Cara asked, perturbed. " They have been drinking in it for quite a long time. Surely, they would have identified an original from a replacement!"
Beckwith shook his head and smiled, " Nah, not in a million years could they differentiate between the two! Apparently, the tribe that had made that cup have modernized and are selling their handiworks across the globe, all the while painting them like old times to keep their traditions alive."
"So these are ditto copies of the original?"
Cara's lips curled into a smile at Beckwith's nod as they broke into a laugh.
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