All sorts of cakes and desserts make Blythe happy.
"Where can I start working here, dad?" Blythe would ask her father everyday since she was 15.
And yet still, 4 years : 48 months, 1 460.9688 days, 35 063.2511 hours, her father's answer is still the same. "No, you should go to the fashion design college, be a successful designer and live your perfect life. Baking is not easy as you thought, it cannot give you the perfect life, if you bake, your hands will not be beautiful anymore, you will get burnt, get flours everywhere."
"It doesn't matter, I love baking and I love cakes." Blythe would say.
Blythe Claire, nineteen years old. Her whole family runs the most famous bakery in town. Her great grandfather started this business and now her father runs the bakery.
Everyone in the town knows her as the girl who loves cakes.
She loves being called that name. She spends all her free time in the bakery. Sometimes she bakes, she slices the breads' samples and she sits at the cashier. She just loves to be at the bakery. That was her biggest dream and is still her biggest dream.
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When she was 5, after eating a loaf of bread her father made, she asked, "Papa, how did they make this bread? Can I customize my own bread when I get older?" That was when she first realized she loves cakes and she wants to bake. That small dream eventually gets bigger day by day, hour by hour.
Her parents forced her to go to the college of Arts. But Blythe was always against this idea. So against. So he made a bet with Blythe that if she could bring back the top1 of class every year until high school, he would let her learn how to bake. Of course she happily agreed at that time, not so sure if she could actually be the top1 every year. She studied all night, she always declined when her friends called her to hangout, she put so much efforts into the lessons and yes she did bring the top1 certificates for years straight, but little did she know that her father wasn't actually into that promise, he had another plan with her mom.
Blythe always has her bike wherever she goes. She goes to school in the morning and helps the bakery after school.
"I bet I will be the best baker in town." She always tell her friends.
Her friends would say, "Stop dreaming Blythe, your dad will never allow you in the bakery."
One day after school, Blythe decides to have a serious talk with her parents.
"Dad, please listen to me, I am not joking about every words I say from now on." she says.
"I really really want to be a baker. That's not just a hobby I swear. I love that and I am sure I can do that. Don't you and mom usually taught me to follow my dreams? That's my dream, so please mom and dad, I promise I will work harder than ever and will not let you down."
Her parents give her the looks she could translates, "Are You Sure?"
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Short StoryIf you were her, would you continue to chase your dreams since you were little or make your family happy and go to the college they want you to go?
