"Anyway, you don't have to look so down, Daddy. I'll be okay. If I don't like the school, I can always go home, right?" I comfort him because his dejected expression just makes it a little hard for me to concentrate.
Dad shakes his head and takes a long sip of wine.
Yes, wine, is the staple drink that almost has the same equivalent as water on the dining table. My brothers are also having the same contents on their wine glasses except for me.
I'm having Brother Nerium's special brew.
It's not the maintenance he insists on making me drink, though. It's something different entirely and whatever it is, it's something for my health again, making its way as my own staple dinner drink.
I really don't know about Brother Nerium's obsession with making me drink his brews, but as long as they t
