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Sitting by the pool on a beautiful summer afternoon, the beers were flowing, the cocktails were blending, and the wine was pouring. Conversation and laughter filled the air.
I jokingly called out to my father, “Hey, why don’t you have any mocktails for me?! It’s MY birthday after all...” You see, I am the only one in my family who is sober, and while it has been over eight years now, sometimes I can’t help but feel a little slighted.
To my surprise he answered, “There are some in the fridge!” Sure enough, three shiny, bright, slim cans sat in a neat line.
Their names got my attention—Mockapolitan, Mockscow Mule, Mockarita.
While I don’t usually drink beverages promoted as “mock”tails—they are too sweet for my taste and very high in sugar—I thought it might be nice to celebrate with everyone.
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