Mother

She had many good days and bad ones. There were sad moments and happy ones. There was a period in which she was a daily soft drink consumer. But I must say that there was nothing soft about the drink she craved. She was captivated by a certain strong drink more than any other. As for me, if it wasn’t for the salt and the sugar it contained, I too would be drinking with a frowning face, just like MOTHER. Doing the laundry, cleaning the house, and cooking, or simply taking her infrequent leisure. Beautifying someone’s hair, or just chatting with a friend, there was often a small green glass bottle of soda nearby. This lady never poured from the bottle into a drinking glass. Such a classy ritual was never required nor desired by her. The most favored, the most flavored, and the most refreshing moment for MOTHER was a bag of salted peanuts slowly poured into her favorite strong drink. Watching as his MOTHER intakes her favorite snack, I, a little boy, look on and capture a magical moment. The drink was ice cold, but MOTHER liked it that way. Sixty-plus years have come and gone, but the memories will not pass soon. Those precious magical moments will last forever. MOTHER, happily drinking her cold and soothing coca cola. The tasty bottle of coke, filled with salted peanuts; MOTHER'S frowns from the very strong taste, but enjoying every drop. Without knowing it, MOTHER was creating a magical moment. Time has made the little boy a man, but MOTHER'S favorite drink and the memory of that magical moment that she created shall forever stand.