Because of You

“Come on, Dad, have some wine! Make a toast with us. It’s vacation and we’re all together!”

From the beach below, the sound of steel drums washes over me. Across the table, our teenage daughter raises a glass.

Smiling in Gee’s direction I point towards my own glass. It rests patiently before me. As her eyes follow the invisible thread connecting my finger to a fizzling Coke, I shrug, “I’ll pass on the wine, Gee.”

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