Dad Dream

Dreamed of my father again. He was baking bread, had shelves and shelves of bread he was pushing around. It all smelled so good. Dad was proud, tired but proud. In the dream at the end, I cried. I miss him so much, miss his bread as well! Dad always liked to set up his cooked foods so nicely at the market, it was so organized, so beautiful. He was a best seller week in, week out.