****(POV)
These days have truly been peaceful.
The kid has been baking.
The bakery slowly became more and more popular.
These bakers were mad at him for a while, but they calmed down quickly for some reason.
Funny how pie slowly became a staple food in the city.
Well, only in a certain stratum of the population.
After all, we remain a small shop in the end.
We talked a lot.
Talked about baking.
Talked about mundane things.
Talked about life.
I am truly glad he came into my life.
As time passed, my condition became worse.
Before I could easily hide it but it became harder and harder.
Now I have trouble breathing from time.
Even holding a cup can be difficult.
Somehow, I managed not to throw up blood in front of him.
But soon I wouldn't be able to hide it anymore.
Today started as any other normal day would.
