When I was a kid I was quite inquisitive it is normal for me to roam around our property. I remember it was a beautiful day, mid spring which is perfect for tea and my aunt, grandmother and friends to gossip.
My adventures that day involve my grandmother’s beautiful and delicate chinese porcelain tea set with six cup and one intricately painted teapot. It was shiny, amazing, mystical and ancient. That’s what I hear everybody tells me. So be careful they said. Like a moth attracted to fire, I am attracted to beauty and mystery. I wonder if I look at it I will see a tea making fairy. Step by step I inch closer to a prepared table for tea time and look at the pot. It was empty no one was inside, just a brown tint as my grandma says for a bit of taste and life. It was not like Aladdin's lamp. Just like a normal kid, and to be sure that there is no fairy or ant magical creature, I put my hand it to it. It was a tight fit but I made it and indeed there was nothing inside, no tea making fairy and no mystical dragon in sight. I was disappointed, and my grandma was worried. Because my hand was inside the pot, I found out that day that the pot was not meant to be wash inside only outside. That’s why the opening of the pot was narrow just enough for me to squeeze in not squeeze out. I went to the doctor’s office for the teapot to be removed using big old soap technique and in thirty long some years my grandma’s pot needed to be wash, by a professional of course.
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