i come first

After finishing all pending work of the house I made a cup of coffee for myself, as if I was celebrating for being myself. I cheered the coffee with me and took a sip of it. It's was not like that first time I was having coffee in evening, but yes it was first time ever that I was having a warm and comfortable moment with myself.
They say truth that no one will respect us, if we will not value for us. There is none, who is give priority to you, unless you are not.
Suddenly doorbell rings, it must be him. I opened the door, he was infront of me, looking at me surprisingly that he was not recognising me. "Disha?" He called me like I was not there with him. Than he added " what's new today? You look so different"
"Yes! It's me. I am new, and I am different" i replied with graceful smile. "Okay then! Bring me a cup of coffee" . It seems he ignored my answer like I am nothing to him.
Something sparked inside me, " let me finish my coffee! Till then you go and be fresh and you will get your coffee on the table. It was unexpected to him. He was assuming that I will go to kitchen to prepare his coffee. He was surprised that, till morning his orders were all of above for me. But now, I am new! I come first.