The story of eating bread
One sunny morning, Anna woke up to the smell of freshly baked bread. She entered the kitchen and saw a warm loaf sitting on the table. Her mother had baked it early in the morning, just as Anna liked it—soft on the inside, with a golden, crispy crust.
Anna sat down, cut a thick slice, and spread some butter on it. The butter melted quickly, and the bread smelled even more delicious. She took a bite and smiled. It was warm, and comforting, and reminded her of weekends at her grandmother’s house.
She ate slowly, enjoying every bite. It wasn’t just bread—it was a memory, a moment of peace, and a great start to her day.
