• Papa sat down at the table and poured his tea from the china tea set with pink flowers on the edges. I waited for him to ask Jaja and me to take a sip, as he always did. A love sip, he called it, because you shared the little things you loved with the people you love.

    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (2012). “Purple Hibiscus: A Novel”, p.8, Algonquin Books