Once there 
was a young boy who was told to hate a man who loves tons of different bottles. His collection varied in sizes, sparkling colors, and crazy shapes. But what he fancied most was the way he’s mincing around enjoying them. He sleeps with them. He’s living because of them.
One day, his mother told the young boy of the consequences of playing with those bottles. His mother told him that there’s no future in those bottles. He could sense that his mom avoids him to put those bottles into his life. He believed her.
Years passed and the young boy turned into a young adult. He remembered what his mother said, “Never play with those bottles.” Like a child, he asked the question on his mind. He’s a child no more. With ample courage, he asked the man who loves tons of different bottles.
“Why those bottles,” he anxiously asked.
The man who loves tons of bottles squeamishly replied, “I wished…”
