Every morning, my aunt makes tea. She wakes up before everyone else in the house. While the rest of us are still in bed, she goes to the kitchen and turns on the kettle. The smell of tea leaves fills the room, and soon, the whole house feels warm. She uses loose tea leaves, not tea bags. She says, “Tea should be made with care.” She adds ginger, lemon, and a little honey. She pours the tea into cups and places them on a tray. She gives one to my uncle, one to me, and keeps one for herself. We sit in the living room together. We don’t talk much at first. We just drink the tea and listen to the birds outside. It’s a quiet and peaceful time. I think she loves this moment the most. One day, I asked her why she wakes up early just to make tea. She said, “Tea is not only a drink—it’s love, peace, and a good start.” Now, I’m learning to make tea like her. I practice every weekend. My tea is not perfect, but I’m getting better. And while I learn, I speak English with her. We talk about tea, life, and simple things. Making tea may seem like a small thing, but it brings us closer. It teaches me patience, care, and the joy of quiet mornings.