My story starts in England during World War 2 when my Great Nanny travelled through it. Her and my Mum used to read tea leaves together with a teacup. My mum had so much fun with it. She really wanted one so one day she got one (she now has lots more!). It was white with pink roses. She loved it.
Now, it is kept safely in a green closet at our house and will keep it forever in the Netherlands. When I look at it now, it reminds me of my Nanny’s house in the Isle of Wight. We get to visit her in the summer, but I have not yet learnt to read tea leaves with her. Maybe on our next visit.
This story was contributed by a pupil of The British School in The Netherlands.