Becker's Bakery - A Collection of Short Stories
Whoever invented donuts must be a genius, thought the little girl. Lily had two problems, losing her dad to cancer and a craving for sugar. She was only aware of one of them because daddy was just gone, not gone forever. The concept of irreversible death was a little too complicated for the 7-year-old to understand just yet. So, she set out to solve the second problem. There was a quaint little bakery a block away from her house where they made the best donut Lily had ever tasted. It was the only donut she’d ever had. Her father would take her there every Tuesday because mommy had night shifts, or so her family thought. Between a struggling real estate agent and a supermarket cashier, there wasn’t a lot of money flowing into the Martin’s coffers and a simple donut a week was often all the father could afford when it came to eating out. Though lucky for him, Lily was too young to realise that just yet, or that the only reason that the cheap, dry confectionary bread was her comfort food