A decade has passed since Operation Strix began. The once volatile tensions between the East and West have calmed, thanks in part to Loid Forger's relentless efforts. However, rumors of a new program designed to reignite the hostilities have started...
"We bought this shop with the very little money we had, we built it from the ground up. Neither of our parents supported us, but it was okay, we managed. Once the bakery was up and running, we became a sanction for many who feared the war, who feared the government. The bakery and our customers filled our lives with joy and purpose," she said, her voice filled with emotion. I looked at the photograph, feeling a deep respect for the man who had helped create this place that meant so much to so many people.
"Unfortunately, about six months into business, my husband was drafted out to war. I begged him to stay, I even told him we could run away together so he wouldn't have to go," Mrs. Blackwell chuckled, her eyes glistering. "But he told me that I had to stay here and keep the bakery going, for him, for everyone who needed this safe space. He told me he would always be here no matter what. After he left, I found out I was pregnant with my daughter- Sebastian's mother. I waited days, weeks, months, years. But he unfortunately did not come back,"
I felt a lump in my throat, as I stared at the photograph of her late husband. I couldn't imagine how she felt.
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"Once my daughter was born, I saw the pure reflection of him. It gave me the hope t It gave me the hope to keep going," she continued, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "She grew up in this bakery, just like Sebastian did. And now, seeing all of you here, it feels like his legacy lives on. This place continues to be a safe space for all"
I placed the photograph back in her hands gently. " I promise to keep the legacy going as long as you'll have me,"
She smiled warmly."Then let us do our best," she replied.
As we bustled around the bakery, serving pastries and brewing coffee, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. This place wasn't just a refuge for me; it was a haven for everyone who walked through the doors. And I was proud to be a part of it.
Hours passed, and the bakery gradually emptied out as evening approached. I wiped down the counter, feeling a pleasant tiredness from the day's work. Mrs. Blackwell approached me with a cup of hot chocolate, handing it to me with a smile.
"You've done a wonderful job today, Anya. Thank you for all your help."
I took the cup gratefully, savoring the warmth. "Thank you for letting me be a part of this, Mrs. Blackwell. It really means a lot to me."
She nodded, her eyes shining with pride. "You're always welcome here, Anya. Now, go home and get some rest."
Walking home, I couldn't help to think about all the hardships Mrs. Blackwell went through, I really admire how strong she was and continues to be. She reminds me a lot of Mama, who raised uncle Yuri all by herself. My phone began buzzing bringing me back to reality. I reach into my pocket and see Damian's name. I couldn't help but smile, it's been a while since I last talked to him. He's been busy with tutoring and I've been working at the bakery til 10.
