I poured my heart and soul into making the perfect birthday cake for my granddaughter. But when my daughter-in-law threw it away, it wasn’t just the cake that crumbled. I was crushed. And what my son did after that? God, I wasn’t prepared for it.
The scent of vanilla and sugar wafted through my kitchen, bringing back a flood of memories. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. For a moment, this 59-year-old Betty was transported back to her childhood, standing on tiptoes next to her grandmother as she crafted culinary magic…
A senior woman with a warm smile | Source: Midjourney
“Nana, can I lick the spoon?” I’d ask my grandma.
“Of course, my little Betty,” she’d reply with a wink. “A good baker always tastes her creations.”
Returning from my nostalgic trip to the past, I opened my eyes, smiling at the perfectly frosted cake before me. A cute pink creamy unicorn lay proudly atop the confection, ready to celebrate my granddaughter Vicki’s special day.
