I remember serving his first drink at six years old. Seagram’s 7 and water was his trademark. I got the glass from the cupboard, lifted the ½ gallon whiskey bottle onto the counter and slowly poured it into the cup. Then I topped it off with some water, just like he liked it.
You see, if I made his drinks for him, he would love me. My own thinking. Maybe I wouldn’t have to compete with the alcohol. Maybe he could have us both. That wasn’t the case.
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