Dear Diary,
It is Tuesday now. I have work. I don't work on Mondays but that's when I have my therapist appointments every week. I love being a baker and I guess I'm good at it seen as I still have my job. Everyone always says that my creations are delicious and the best they every had but once and that's nice and polite, but once their was a little girl and she came in every other day and said "Mommy I'm going to be just like him. I am a baker." And her mom would nod but it's been years and a woman wake through the door. She said "You don't remember me but as a kid I came here almost everyday and said I wanted to be just like you, a baker and I just wanted to say that I succeeded and it's all thanks to you." And she hugged me. No one has ever made me cry in public this hard and I was sobbing. Craig was concerned, until I explained of course. I walk in and Craig just says what is on the list "30 vanilla cupcakes, 24 chocolate cupcakes, 20 rainbow cookies, 16 tropical squares." I nod and start baking. I realized we don't have enough sugar to make the tropical squares because the sugar on top that is 'sand' and I start freaking out until Craig, bless him, handed me a new bag full of sugar. I smile and say "Thank you!" He laughs. And I get confused as to why until he starts talking, "I took 2 hours and 6 minutes smoothing out all the the creases. Thank you because if I didn't do that I had to have dinner with mom." I smile as if to say 'Thank you' because I don't want to keep saying it.
Written by,
Daniel James Howell