When I was a little girl my mornings would start with a sweet milky cup of tea on my bedside table. I’d open my eyes and see the back of my Dad as he headed to the next of the four kids to tell us it was time to get up for school. I had a white cup with Mickey Mouse on it and I could only drink it out of this cup. I remember sitting up in bed with my covers around me, putting the cup to my lips and tasting the warm sweetness of that first cup of…

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