Warning— events that are shared here are not for children- parts of the story contain scenes that are required only for a mature audience, please. Thank you.

(Based on a true story).

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The young woman had given birth to what her mother-in-law, and husband were not pleased to be related to. Her child was born with a skin condition that made him look different from his parents. The young mother was tossed out of her own home that she shared with her husband. Now she had to find a way to make ends meet with her newborn far away from her husband, and his family. She was placed in a taxi, and later the young taxi driver who felt sorry for her ended up helping her. Then after a little while of them becoming really good friends, they end up together. The young woman always keeps her child indoors, and doesn’t want other folks to make fun of his skin condition. Her new husband advises her against this. Then sometime later, she finally agrees to even let her child attend a government school. One day as her boy makes his way back home for school with his friend, a small group of mischiefs capture him, and try to chop off the kid’s legs. Luckily for him his close friend was with him, and she managed to escape running off to call her friend’s parent/mother. Together they rushed to the boy’s rescue, and with the help of a group of good samaritans managed to save him from no longer seeing the light of day. Sadly, the kid’s parents (biological mother and step-father) as they made their way to check out a new place they had wanted to call their new home had been hit, and passed away on the spot in a car crash. Their child had to be taken to his biological father now— who just happened to be living a new, and his best life- and still did not acknowledge his first born child. His new and living trophy wife was not fond of her new step-child. She managed to make it seem like her step-son had stolen money from her, and this had made the boy’s father full of rage. He took the kid to his new bedroom, and with his belt hit his own child. The kid was miserable, and felt like he was living in a stranger’s house~ and not a place that felt like a loving home. His step-mom convinced her husband that the boy needed to be taken to boarding school. Once there he felt like he was at a good place, and he was not sad anymore. Even the kids there treated him much better than his own Dad, and step-mom ever did. He had step-siblings, but even they had been quite terrible company. The boy grew into a hardworking, and handsome gentleman who enjoyed listening to music, as well as playing the guitar, and singing, too (which he had learned from a neighbor of his during his childhood). He became famous from his first single, and was inspired to continue singing from a close friend of his who he had met at the boarding school, much to his delight. He was glad to have seen her after such a very long time. His father showed up out of the blue for his son’s first local stage performer of his single/new song. He even apologized for how he had treated his own flesh, and blood. The young man embraced his Dad, and smiled. He grabbed his guitar, and went to sing his heart out on stage for all of his local fans.

#TiensMaBière (#HoldMyBeer).

Oh, you're a wine snob, are you? Here, hold my beer! It's Belgian Lambic, craft-brewed in Bever, a small, Dutch-speaking town, 40km southwest of Brussels, by Johan Janssen, a German immigrant brewer, with 1/8 French blood on his mother's side, who learnt his craft by apprenticing to master-brewer of Brussels. The grist was 63 percent barley, hand-selected from a farm in Konya, Turkey. The rest was a rare variety wheat, imported from Latvia. A mixture of aged traditional Coigneau hops, mixed with local Aalst hops were used for flavour. For the first year, it was aged in chestnut sherry barrels, and then matured for a further 3 years in old, oaken port barrels. It was then mixed with 10 percent of a traditional lambic brewed by Boon, and 5 percent of a sweetened lambic by Timmermans, to get the final blend, which was matured for a further two years, before making its way into my glass.

That will do. I'll have it back now.

Author's note: I have no background in beer production, so this required a lot of hasty research into brewing, and lambic production in particular (very interesting actually, tbh). I have done my best to make it realistic, but if you know more than me, please let me know if I've said something really daft.