"You city kids who've grown up eating bread and drinking milk probably don't know the excitement we country children felt the first time we tasted soda, do you?"
In Gonzalez City, inside the Crystal Western Restaurant.
Mark Jackson, dressed in a white suit, sat opposite Teddy Lena.
"I remember as a child, seeing ads for soda on TV. I asked my mom what soda tasted like and why everyone who drank it would burp."
He picked up the wine glass with a tinge of sadness, slightly tilting his head back in an attempt to keep the tears from falling.
"My mom mixed rock sugar in water and fooled me into thinking it was soda. After drinking it, I waited a whole day and didn't burp."
"Your experience really is quite sad. But I understand, children of the poor have to grow up fast," Teddy Lena consoled with sympathy: "Now, you must be living a good life. As a rich man's child, I can tell your status at a glance."
