It's Pretty

The cake.

Sara came home after work some days ago and decided that she must test her skills again. She could have been challenged by the grand dad's birthday cake and wondered if she has lost her magic touch. She told me that she needed the peace and quietness for her to concord a new creation.

 She needed to be inspired to make a cake again.

 Is the cake pretty?

I thought it was and too pretty to be eaten.

She took great pains to decorate her cake. I asked her why do people need to have cakes all sugared up? How does one bite it? She told me that it is the trend and that nowadays even bread is taken elaborately and that children only eat pretty things! How spoilt one can be.

But seriously notice the detailings. 

A frog in tears on a pond with lotus flowers. She should have written a poem on it too. Sara used to write poems; I bet she has forgotten them now because she is too much into litigation ! Sometimes your vocation turns you into a character you may find difficulty in recognizing ! 

I hope she will remember to write again.

 The cake stayed pretty for a day. It was too much for us to cut it. She insisted we cut it.

 I told her to give it away as a birthday gift. 

She was adamantly against it and wanted us to have the pleasure of cutting it. 

So we gave dad the pleasure.

Stroke by stroke dad did it.

It was dissected gently and with a lot of pain.

 See, the cake has been sliced.Oh, it was truly cruel. I wouldn't want to do it.

There, the slice.

Verdict? Ok la. The appearance was more attractive !

But a good effort and the best of all...she still has got the hang of it.

Sara's pretty cake.

Little things in life that make you happy.