It was so hot outside, an egg could probably cook on the pavement. But you were too happy and young to care, after all, you were playing and having fun.

But eventually, after running around in 92 degree weather, you started getting too hot.

You came inside for a second to cool yourself off and take a break. When your dad. Albeit calm and quiet. Scooped you up and spun you happily.

“There ya are, Kidling. It’s so hot out even Sam Hill would be sweating! I reckon you need a nice cool beverage, ain’t that right, Sugarcube?”

You nodded and he held you on his hip, walking over to the kitchen table and pouring you a tall cup of Sweet tea. Handing it to you and setting you down. A proud smile on his face.

“I hope you like it, youngin. It’s a special recipe that’s been in our family for decades. My momma gave it to me when I was 15. As her momma did with her. And one day you’ll get it too.” He rubbed your back gently with one hand.