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ribbon—followed by applause and cheers from the

onlookers.

The woman turned around, bowed slightly, and
smiled. It was the warmest and sweetest smile I had ever

seen, her eyes crinkling with joy, dimples showing. That

moment was when I saw my mother at her happiest. Her
dedication and dreams for that bakery deeply touched the

heart of a little girl who loved her dearly.

From that moment on, I became interested in the

art of bread and pastry making that my mother had
pursued for years. I started helping her sell bread. Over

time, I became more skilled in this craft, and my mother,
delighted, supported my education at a pastry

school—one that had once been her own dream.
Together, my mother and I grew our bakery business.

August 25, 1985
When my mother no longer had the strength to

knead dough, I fully took over. Our bakery had grown
significantly. We had loyal customers who eagerly

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