My Daughter

Sarah's POV:

I arrived at the bakery and saw Kira, and she was parking the chairs. "Hey, you finally showed up," she smiled at me.

I nodded and helped her park the chairs. When we were done, she handed me a slice of creamy cake and some juice.

"Try the cake."

I tasted it, and it was yummy. "I miss you in my bakery; remember how we both used to make the best cake?" She asked, and I chuckled. When we were young, we both worked at the bakery, and that's when Kira discovered her undying love for cakes.

"Mother told me about Amber." Amber was Mara's daughter; she was eight years old and so beautiful, she must have cried her eyes out when her mom died because they were so close.

"Did she also convince you not to take the kid? She told me it was going to hinder your chances of ever getting married in the future," Kira explained, and I scoffed. Was that even an excuse to abandon my best friend's daughter?