‘Tea’ By Laila El Refaie

What can I call myself but the culmination of the cups of tea I have sipped in my life? Since I was old enough to drink it, I shared my tea with my grandmother nearly every day. With every cup I brewed, I discovered more and more how magnificent this woman was. Her kindness, her gentleness, and her softness could only be described in the encapsulating warmth of a cup of tea.

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