Auntie Arla

"I step into the bakery and am immediately embraced by the smell of danish pastries and fresh bread. “Good morning Lucius, my dear boy.” Arla greets everyone like family. “Your breakfast is almost ready.” She adds. “A lot of work ahead?” She asks frowning. “Good Morning, Arla.” I smile letting the smell and her cooing calm my thoughts for a moment. “As always.” I answer her question. Her son brings the paperbag which holds my breakfast package, like every morning. I thank them all, wish them a good day and leave."