Date: 11/20/2021
By Alethea425
I see my father pouring out a bottle of white table wine. I think maybe it was open and not good anymore. When he starts pouring out another one, I ask if he’s pouring out all the wine in our collection. He says yes. The household are going our separate ways and he’s throwing lots of stuff away. I say that I would like it. He stops. I see that the bottle is a sweet artificially flavored strawberry wine that I don’t like. I don’t know what else is left.