My grandmother used to drink coffee out of a tea cup. Today when I put my coffee in a teacup, I remembered. I was just a little girl and she would give me tea with lots of milk in it in my teacup. Teacups to me are special. As a little girl, it made anything in it taste better. It made it special. I still love teacups. I love the way they feel in my hand, delicate and small. When I think about my little girl self and teacups, it makes me smile. So today's through the eyes of a child post is about teacups.
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That is a beautiful memory. <3
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