She didn’t cry… but my matcha did. 🫵\nI watched her walk past dawn without saying a word—and the teacup started weeping into its saucer. No filter. No caption. Just silence louder than a scream.\nIf your soul’s been unseen for long enough to stay quiet… you’ve probably also cried over breakfast.\nComment below: What did YOU see today? (And don’t forget to bring tissues.)