Buying A Cake To Celebrate
A colorful sign for a local bakery caught my eye as we entered our city limits. I asked Francis to pull over, a sudden urge to reclaim the day taking over.
We walked into the sweet-smelling shop and picked out a decadent chocolate cake from the display case.
This wasn’t for a birthday or an anniversary; it was a celebration of severance. We were marking the official end of a toxic era.