"Can I try it?" He asked his father every morning, usually receiving a chuckle in response.
"Not today. You won't like it." Today however was different. Today his father was leaving.
"Can I try it?" The boy asked, playing out their morning routine for the last time. He stared longingly into the mug, craving the brown liquid within. The father thought silently for a moment before he pushed the mug towards his son.
Without hesitation the boy chugged back the drink only to choke it up. Whenever he thought of his father's departure afterwards, he tasted dirt in his mouth.
