Red, red...

My mom didn't drink much. Maybe once or twice a year she would buy a bottle of red wine and drink one glass from it. Then the bottle would be in our kitchen for a while until she would discard it because 'it wasn't good anymore'.

This leftover bottle from my birthday reminded me of her. As I don't like red wine it will be in my kitchen for a while until I discard it becasue 'it isn't good anymore'.