Her fingers tightened at the stroller as she pushed it up the street. It was a short, mild uphill climb to their destination.
But first, she had to make some stops. So far, she had one more. "We are here," Sarah whispered to her daughter as she pushed her inside the shop.
They were in a shop, buying some sweet treats for Grandmama Angela. She always loved cakes, pies, and tarts. She could not live without them.
The shop was between her house and the park. Usually, she would order before bringing Luisa to the playground. Then, she would pick it up on their way back home.
"Hi, Leslie. What is your special today?" She asked the young lady who assisted the customers.
She checked the freshly baked goodies on the display glass counter while smelling the delicious scents. She could already see a few she would like to try.
"We have several to choose from." Leslie showed her their new bread and cakes on display.
