Gina

The music in the tribe was beautiful and peaceful. All of the women were dancing with their men. The children were jumping happily around the big fire and the grandpas and grandmas were cheerfully chatting while sharing big glasses of fragrant wine.

"Gina dance with me. Come on!"

"I can't, I drank too much today, that wine from Grandma Min was… blurp… was… what was I saying?"

"Oh Gina, are you serious? It was just one glass, I already had a whole jar."

"Uma you are just too good on drinking,… blurp… I think I am going to rest inside the tent for a bit."

"Alright…" Uma saw how her best friend walked back to the tent. "I am sorry Gina, I am sorry." Many tears went down her face.