I was sitting next to my Uncle Charlie. I hadn’t seen him in a long time. He lived in a nursing home. He quietly took a sip from his can of Sprite. And I heard him say,
“This tastes like gold”.
I was sitting next to my Uncle Charlie. I hadn’t seen him in a long time. He lived in a nursing home. He quietly took a sip from his can of Sprite. And I heard him say,
“This tastes like gold”.