Why was this drink so special?
Why did Victor always keep her in the same place?
And why did he never talk about his origin?
Victor, meanwhile, was still the same attentive man as always.
When I had a difficult day, I helped.
When I was tired, I was preparing dinner.
When Emily needed something, she was always available to her.
That is why I found it even more curious that I kept that little tradition a secret.
A few weeks later, I left the glass aside again.
The next morning, Victor looked at me and asked:
You didn’t finish your glass yesterday.
How do you know?
He smiled.
“We’ve been sitting together for thirty-five years at this hour.
That response further increased my curiosity.
Since then I began to think frequently about the history of that bottle.
Until our thirty-fifth wedding anniversary arrived.
Victor released an old photo album.
We spent the afternoon remembering some of the best moments of our life together.
In the end, he pointed to the bottle and said:
“Someday you’ll know why this little tradition has been so important to me.
“Why don’t you tell me now?”
Victor smiled.
“It’s not the time yet.
Months later, Victor was no longer home.
The house felt different and much quieter.
One night, exactly at nine, I prepared two glasses out of habit.
Then I stared at them for a few minutes.
The next morning I took the old bottle and finally decided to find out what was behind that tradition.
I took it to a laboratory to know exactly its composition.
A few days later I got a call.
“Mrs. Carter, we would like to personally explain the results to you.
Emily wine with me.
The specialist greeted us and placed several documents on the table.
Do you know when he is part of his routine?
“For about thirty-five years.
The specialist nodded.
“Then I think you’ll find it interesting to know your story.
