The Small Glass of Orange Juice
A story of little moments that mean a lot
I’m pouring a glass of orange juice for my son. The glass is small and transparent. It looks a bit like the ones we get on flights. As fresh fruity aroma fills the air, I’m transported into another world.
It was a world where I was just 4, maybe 5 years old, and was sat in an airplane with my parents and my sister…