You need to understand — this wasn’t just about missing pastries. It was about everything I’d sacrificed to bring this dream to life.
I grew up with little. In my world, dreams were like fancy coats: lovely to imagine, but far out of reach.
Most families around me juggled multiple jobs just to put dinner on the table. Dreaming was a privilege we couldn’t afford.
But my nana was different.
Even when the cupboards were nearly bare, she worked wonders with a bit of flour and whatever sugar she could scrape together.
