My ribena. MY ribena.
One of my earlier memories is of my ribena being drank by another person in kindergarten.
We all brought our bottles to school, and put it on a table away from our group desks. Apparently they didn’t like children to drink water as and when. I remember the teacher telling me the reason, which was, ridiculously: The teacher would feel thirsty all the time if she watched everyone else drinking as and when.
Pff.
Anyway. I brought ribena one day, and it was beautiful, all red sitting amongst the colourless water on the table. I looked forward to water break so I could drink my ribena.
But alas, when water break came and I walked towards my ribena, I found my friend Johan all over it, sucking at the built-in straw with all his might.
The betrayal I felt..
Today, I felt the same.
