I lived most of my life outside of Birmingham, five minutes from a Milo's restaurant, and a short walk from a store to buy the tea from. So whenever I wanted it, I had it. It became part of home.
But five years ago, I moved to upstate NY for college. My parents drove me up, and when they were leaving my dad handed me something from a cooler — a jug of Milo's tea. Over the next few days, whenever I felt especially homesick, I grabbed a glass of tea, and felt a little more at home. Since then, whenever I go home, the first thing I do is grab some tea, and whenever someone drives up to visit me, I ask they bring a gallon.

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