Once upon a time, Grandpa planted a cherry tree in our backyard. When we were kids my little brother and I climbed together that old tree. Sitting there, on one of the upper branches, shoulder to shoulder, I remember the warm summer breeze on our skins. Next, to some small birds singing, we enjoyed fruit by fruit. It made us forget the time. Now, 20 years later, every time I enjoy a fruity mizaru it reminds me of that special moment. My name is Anna and I love fruity tastes.
