I didn't think much of it until I heard a somewhat disgusting squelching noise coming out of the carton.
I turned around to find her squeezing what looked like congealed juice out of the carton. In alarm, I told her not to drink what I thought was rotten, conjealed juice.
Laughing, my Mom handed me the carton. It was:
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A half jelly, half juice type drink which my Mom had grown very fond of.
I tried a glass.
It was flavored with that distinctive musky Japanese Kyoho grape juice. Not as sweet as jello and soft yet not too mushy so with enough interest to hold a child's attention to keep them quiet for a few minutes. Or in this case, my Mom's.
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