“Tonight I prefer to take something else,” I said one day.
It’s just our little ritual.
Why is it so important to you?
Victor smiled.
“Because I like to share this moment with you.
Finally, I sat next to him.
The drink It had a very particular aroma and a rather bitter taste. Sometimes it left a strange feeling in the throat and sometimes a slight metallic taste.
The most curious thing was that Victor never offered it to our guests.
When we had visitors, the bottle remained stored in the closet.
One day, when our daughter Emily was sixteen, she went into the kitchen and saw the bottle.
“What’s inside?” he asked curiously.
Victor took it and smiled.
It is a special recipe of ours family. Someday I’ll tell you the story.
Emily shrugged and returned to her room.
I, however, kept thinking of his words.
