For thirty-five years, my husband and I share the same drink every night. Years later, I took the bottle to analyze and the result left me completely surprised…
For thirty-five years, my husband Victor placed every night, exactly at nine, two small glasses on the table of the kitchen.
One for him and one for me.
He always took out the bottle he kept on the highest shelf in the closet, served the dark liquid himself and waited until my glass was finished.
“A glass to celebrate another day we’ve spent together,” he always said.
When we were newlyweds, it even seemed like a romantic custom. I thought Victor just wanted us to spend a few quiet minutes together at the end of each day.
Over the years, that custom became an important part of our routine.
It didn’t matter if I was tired, if I had a difficult day or if I preferred to take something else. Victor always prepared both glasses.
“Tonight I prefer to take something else,” I said one day.
It’s just our little ritual.
Why is it so important to you?
Victor smiled.
“Because I like to share this moment with you.
Finally, I sat next to him.
The drink It had a very particular aroma and a rather bitter taste. Sometimes it left a strange feeling in the throat and sometimes a slight metallic taste.
The most curious thing was that Victor never offered it to our guests.
When we had visitors, the bottle remained stored in the closet.
One day, when our daughter Emily was sixteen, she went into the kitchen and saw the bottle.
“What’s inside?” he asked curiously.
Victor took it and smiled.
It is a special recipe of ours family. Someday I’ll tell you the story.
Emily shrugged and returned to her room.
I, however, kept thinking of his words.
The years passed, but our night tradition never changed.
Once a month, Victor received a small package in the mail.
He carefully stored it and, soon after, a new bottle without a label appeared in the closet.
Every time I asked him where he came from, he replied that he was from an old acquaintance.
When I proposed to ask him about the recipe, Victor simply smiled.
“Someday I’ll tell you everything.
One night I decided to put my glass aside.
When Victor left the kitchen for a few minutes, I pushed the drink.
The next morning I noticed that one of the nearby plants did not look as good as the day before.
I was surprised and spent part of the day thinking about what might have happened.
I remembered all those years and started asking myself questions.
