I was lying in my bed when I woke up. Maybe Pops picked me up last night and moved me here. We only live in a small hut and upon waking up, you can see everything here, even the small table where we always eat. The wooden door is open, a sign that Pops is already wide awake.
At the bottom of this hut is where my Pops makes his wine. The wine is made of apples and he ferments it by means of burying it in the ground for several months. After the said span, the wine is ready for drinking and it tastes so good. I also love drinking liquor but unfortunately, in my case, Pops will always scold me whenever he caught me drinking. I frowned. It is kind of unfair. He drinks wine like it is just an ordinary water. He never stopped drinking and you can always see him getting drunk. I have to hide whe
