Eighty one

"What do you mean, go to New York alone?” Emma asked her mom, annoyed, as she questioned Julianna. Ryan was already asleep, so she took him to her room and dropped him there before she came back out.

“Mom, I don’t understand why.”

"Working for such a big company has always been your dream, and baking has always been mine. I found my passion back, and I still want to work here, but I know you don’t belong here. This isn’t your passion."

“Mom, why? I thought you wanted us to be together...," but Julianna had crossed the room to hold her daughter, hugging her tightly and pouring all the love she could in it. .

"I do, but you're here. Because of me, you did things and accepted a lot of things for my sake; now I want you to live for you; I want you to be happy,” she says to Emma, who begins to cry.

“Mum.”

"Don't cry, baby; I will come anytime. Anytime you need me to be there, I will be, and for sure, I’ll send you and Ryan your favorite cakes and pastries," her mom promised.

She knew that t