"Great for my daughter"

The shop

I was 9. It was autumn and chilly outside. I sat in the car with my dad. We were on our way home from school. I saw the trees and the road passing by me. I felt a tiny strime of cold air drifting through a crack on the top of the car window. We went by the convenience store and a couple of clothing affairs. "I'll stop here to buy some measuring cups for your mother, okay?" My dad said suddenly as we parked outside the baking store. "Okay. I will come with you." I said eagerly. I stepped outside the car. " dad? I think the baking store is shut down..."