Martinelli's Apple juice

A, 10th - Oakland, CA
That empty apple juice bottle that sits in my room
Looking at it as we speak
Well I guess it's not really empty
I dropped a piece of paper in it and I can’t get it out
That bottle
Is a reminder of how much I love my dad
And I think that's what it is for him too
He always tears up when he drinks it
Maybe it’s all the memories
The times we would sit on the porch
With my tio and my abulo and sisters
And just drink apple juice
We would laugh all night
And act out El Chavo Del 8
I'll be popis since
I would carry my stuff animal since I was 1
I still have that stuff animal till this day
Maybe it's that my tio and abulo are no longer with us
Maybe it's just that were all grown up now
But every time I ask him he just laughs
I guess it not empty
It full of happiness
And full of those memories
Something I would never like to lose