The China Cup

A Family Tale

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I recently moved residences. One of the last things I did was pack up the china out of the corner china cabinet: the china that belonged to a woman I never knew. It belonged to my paternal grandmother. I only knew her through stories and not many stories either. She died the year I was born. My father’s father died that year also. I never understood how hard that could be on a person until it happened to me: my…