Strong tea and diluted culture
The smell of black tea brewing never ceases to remind me of my grandmother. My grandmother, who, we joke, puts more sugar than tea in her cup. My grandmother, who would fill our baby bottles with the steaming, sugary liquid instead of the milk or apple juice that had been left out. And my grandmother, who, in order to become that grandmother for us, left her family at age 16, against her wishes, and was sent to America.