Setting: My parent's living room, in their house in Cairo.
Time: Shortly after supper.

Me: (hollering from the kitchen) I'm making tea. Does anyone want any? I hear mumbling voices of everyone agreeing.

As I put the tray on the table, my mother started handing out attractive looking chocolate biscuits wrapped in shiny golden foil. As I sipped my tea, I could hear roars of laughter from my husband and my brother.