Our cups are like our underwear, it is something exclusive to you, it is not shared, not even with the person who sleeps with you 😁
Since I was little I didn't have a cup, I felt bad that visitors were served in our cups, we were many families together, I didn't really like drinking from a cup every day, to do so I had to wash the cup myself🤭
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Well said!💯
Haha! My mum insisted on serving visitors from "my cup" so I would volunteer to wash the cup when visitors left.
Everyone in my family ridiculed me because I spent about half an hour washing the cup, pouting my mouth, and grumbling about catching germs from strangers.
My family thought that I was 'possessed' by the devil.🤣
Memories that we never forget, we keep them in mind and when we have the opportunity, we bring them out. Poor us, they didn't understand us 🥲