Zarya: A Dream (5)

"Healthy? My mommy always says that too." I uttered as I grabbed the brioche and took a small bite of it. 

I hummed with delight once she bit into the soft bun. I hadn't eaten something as soft as that. Moreover, the rich taste of milk and butter was foreign to me. The milk powder sprinkled on top of each brioche added to my amazement. 

Usually, my mother would bake bread but it would be a bit hard and often bland. There was a limit to the ingredients that my mother could use, but she would find ways. 

That's why I love my mother so dearly. She would never stop finding new food to make to keep me happy. 

I thought that the taste of my mother's baked bread was normal, so I was floored by what I had tasted. I turned towards my father, my eyes wide open. 

"What is this?! It's delicious! I want more!" 

The man picked up a table napkin and used it to wipemy face that was covered in milk powder and bread crumbs.