This archive report was first published on 6 August 2019.
As I watched a doctor feed a young boy from a water glass, I couldn't help but think of my childhood and the treasured water glasses that represented royalty in our household.
My sister's mischief with a water glass had led to its breakage, and the consequences were severe. The glass was eventually taken to the bathroom and used to hold toothbrushes, a testament to the resourcefulness of my uncle.
Today, I still give the sideboard where the glasses are kept a wide berth, remembering the strict rules of Wa Hellen, our matriarch. She would demand a written statement and a consent form before allowing anyone to touch the glasses.
My own home has adopted a similar strategy, with glasses kept in a lockable cabinet and only used for important visitors. The doctor's recommendation to use a water glass to feed the young boy has left me skeptical, and I'm sticking to the feeding bottle for now.
