The old man watched her shoulders shudder, her hands tremble. His eyes welled at the sight of tears running down her reddened cheeks.
Two weeks ago, he would’ve rushed to his little girl’s side and offered as much support as his elderly body would allow.
Funny how things change…
Once the town baker discovered that his daughter’s tears added a magical, enchanting quality to his breads and pastries, he knew there was an impossible decision to make. Long lines and empty shelves or his only child’s emotional wellbeing.
The old man sighed.
His secret weapon. But for how much longer?
The Weekday One Hundred 