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This new youngster came out of nowhere.
Wanting to buy my bakery.
At first, I refused him categorically, but then I faltered.
In him, I can see the same passion I used to have long ago.
Right now I am but an empty husk of my old self.
I know it.
Everyone knows it too.
This is why I have been getting fewer and fewer orders.
Instead of baking for the future, I am simply not letting go of the past.
Trying day after day to prevent my skills from withering.
But I know it.
My hands are not as steady as they used to be.
My pace is slower.
I find myself getting tired easily too.
I am not able to run a business full time.
Yet I've been pushing myself.
Even while knowing it is all pointless.
My nephew will own this place soon enough and get rid of it.
I do not want to see this happen, but I also have no other family.
