Relationship: Child of im/migrant
My aunt's bakery
My aunt's bakery

 A bakery. Not just any bakery, my aunt’s bakery. This place I hang around all the time, doing my homework, helping her with minor stuff and playing/hanging with a stray cat. This bakery was also just a family business, so my mother and my other aunt helped her. Sad thing is that she worked every day for 12 hours. She woke up at 5 A.M to make the bread and just to open and closed at 8. This place will always be within my heart, I basically grew up in there, 8 years of my life. 

Place(s): California
Year: 1980

– Jesus

Relationship:  Child of im/migrant Child of im/migrant