As a kid, my family was financially struggling. We sometimes went to the mall for a grocery run, and my sister and I begged my mom to go to the local bakery. As we were a bit behind in rent, etcetera, we couldn't really afford more than necessary, so we usually had to share a pastry. And the case was I wanted willow bread while my sister wanted twist bread. And so, the story emerged.
Here is a story of a kitchen boy
So used to stealing leftover pastries
From tea gatherings
Kicked out from the foster house
He is
On a journey to find ingredients
To make a willow bread
But he stumbled upon people struggling
Seven abandoned, hungry kids
And so he struggles
Internally
When he realized
The dough he made can feed ten kids
If he were to make a sourdough instead
But all the boy wanted
Was a willow bread
And all he ever wanted
Was just willow bread.
So he chose to feed the kids
And starved himself instead
When asked, “why?” he said
“Willow bread is just bread .”
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