Today's the day, I thought as I pulled the sash of my apron tighter around my waist. checking my lean body to make sure I was presentable. Brushing my brown hair out of my eyes, I flipped the sign on my shop's front door to "open". Glancing back, I took in my store. My bakery wasn't very large, but it was mine. The front windows and glass door let in light, setting the room in a friendly glow. Near the back there was a counter that held the register and a glass display filled with the various confections I had to offer. A few tables and chairs were set around in case anyone wanted to stay and eat their food. Today was opening day, and I had made sure the store was as inviting as possible. Satisfied that everything was in line, I retreated behind the counter.
For as long as I could remember, I had always loved cooking. People had told me I was a good cook, so I pursued a career as best I could. I practiced time and time again, as ofte