Granny's Vintage Teapot

The vintage Staffordshire English teapot by Gibsons, which my late granny gave me years ago, became even more of a treasure when she died two years ago. 

Her last words to me were "Are you making tea?" 

I wasn't—I was actually just opening up a can of ginger ale. 

Knowing what I know now, I wish that I'd answered, "Yes, Granny, I am making tea."

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