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When The Sun Sets

The morning light that lacked bright sun rays was soft as it illuminated a room- on a well-made bed rested a few books- all fictions for leisure and amusement yet the best of their times. The room was small and cosy, a rug laid on the floor beside the bed, it was soft and fuzzy, perfect for the freezing weather that the Christmas month brought. The study table had a bookshelf towering over it, while on the table's either sides rested cabinets with various necessities- mostly stationery. Your attention was focused on the book in your grasp. Your elbows comfortably rested on the wooden surface of the study-table, as your iris followed the glow of the words printed on the pages. 'The Call of Cthulhu' almost slipped from your grasp as soon as the door of your room opened and collided with the wall.

"(y/n), I've been knocking for so long!" Your mother's voice gave away her annoyance as she glared at you, the apron stuck to her torso was dusted with flour and had been used to wipe her hands on it.

"Why are you up? It's too early, and you had such a terrible fever last night." Your annoyance was partially due to the fact that you had been disturbed and the rest of it sprung out of the sight of your mother clad in an apron, she could never stay away from the kitchen. 

Was owning a bakery not enough? 

"I made Tacos, c'mon." She gestured with her head and smiled, despite the moons under her eyes, her smile glowed steadily, even though she appeared paler than usual.

"I can cook as well you know? Although with you, I was expecting something fresh out of the oven."

"We have that too, brownies are being baked."

"Mom, why are you putting so much strain on your body? The doctor said it's not good for your health." You sighed out, tired and worried. But she only smiled at you, the lovely smile that people said you shared with your mother.

"Come downstairs," And with that, she left the door open. Her footsteps were slower than usual, one could leisurely count the number of stairs through her footsteps.

You moved to put the book away after placing a bookmark between its pages, before following her downstairs.

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"But the bakery is supposed to be closed on Sundays." 

"I'm not telling you to open it, I merely say, go, prepare a few things in tomorrow's speciality and restock the coffee and food colour cabinet."

"But Mom-"

"Tomorrow, we won't get the time, start today."

"Early in the morning?" You huffed out before stuffing your mouth with yet another brownie, all you wished to do was to be at home and gobble up all the delicious brownies your mother had baked.

"Yes, now get ready and go. It will be over before you know it."

"It will take me long enough, and you're sending me when it is freezing outside." You scoffed before collecting the plates. 

You were not particularly angry, it was just the want of lazing around. But when managing a bakery, such responsibilities were inevitable. You did not do much, it was your mother's bakery, but since college was closed, you decided to help. Especially seeing how your mother's health was waning.

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"Now, how many sacks of flour do we need?" you asked into the air as you eyes the computerised list of requirements.

 The shop was running low on the vitals- flour, sugar and essences, especially vanilla essence. You sighed and shook your head- just as you had predicted- it would take longer than your mother had calculated. Well, with her declining health, you could not blame that woman. If anything, you were growing worried.