Good Times

A memory I would bottle up took place about 10 years ago. It was hot summer day and everything was casual. I grew up with a family of four people, my brother, sister, my mother, and father. Growing up I never got along with my old sister, Maiya. Well there was a day where we were just relaxing in our pool we laughed, splashed each other and even tried to get my little brother in trouble. I would open this bottle everyday to remind me of the good time I had with my sister. The first time I open the cork my hands would be sweaty and I would be emotional, but happy to see my sister.