Delicious tea

One day, my mother was out, and my father was in charge of me. I was about two and a half years old and had just recovered from an accident.

Someone had given me a little tea set as a get-well gift, and it quickly became one of my favorite toys.

Daddy was in the living room, completely engrossed in …

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