Once upon a time

Sour milk has been on my mind for days. I would so like to feel that special taste one more time. You will say, what the hell, at least sour milk is everywhere. But... it doesn't... It doesn't have that taste anymore
You know where I spent my summers when I was a kid. With the first days of vacation, my grandmother used to come to pick me up. The village is mountainous, a little scattered everywhere in a row, but in the summer there were many people. I loved going everywhere with my grandmother.
Grandma's yard is perfectly visible from the yard of the house above. And there, from that yard, she, the aunt, would see me. She waves, she smiles and oh yes... I know what will be waiting for me on the windowsill tomorrow morning when I wake up. And in the morning there is... a huge cup of fresh milk... Aunty gets up early, there is a lot of work, there is no time to stand, but the milk is there for me... And then, you know... grandma pickles it. And it is eaten with sugar... how could it be otherwise... My mother did not like that my grandmother taught me to eat sour milk with sugar, she was angry when she came to the village with my father. But when he's not looking, grandma puts the spoon...
I haven't been in the village for a long time. What will I do when my grandmother is gone... My aunt is no longer there either. And I would like to eat sour milk just one more time...