||The Glass Cup|| Wattys 2016

Her parents died in a fire.
She was left all alone.
But every year.
Every occasion.
A box would come.
Halloween. Easter. Christmas.
Birthday.
But birthdays she only got a clear glass cup.
One year the cup had a green light in it.
The next there was no cup at all.
Then she started to think.
Where did these cups come from.
There was never a return label.
Or even a postal stamp.
Then she wanted to find out on her own.
Where the cup came from.