Bake sale

Every Friday morning at school, there would be a bake sale.

I never bought anything, but I always told myself to bring money for next time.

I specifically remember it always being cloudy, I remember smelling the sweet muffins and cakes.

It felt like home.

But now I've grown older and I haven't seen a bake sale since.

Which I guess is good because I would spend all money on chocolate and sit down and cry.