Olga smiled, a faint crease forming at the corners of her eyes. “It’s the same recipe my mother taught me. She said good bread is made with patience, not haste.”
“I lost the boat,” he muttered, eyes red. “Everything I have… gone.”
Sofia laughed softly, “Patience—something I’m still learning. My life has been a sprint, not a marathon.”
Olga smiled, a faint crease forming at the corners of her eyes. “It’s the same recipe my mother taught me. She said good bread is made with patience, not haste.”
“I lost the boat,” he muttered, eyes red. “Everything I have… gone.” MatureLessons.Olga.and.Sofia
Sofia laughed softly, “Patience—something I’m still learning. My life has been a sprint, not a marathon.” Olga smiled, a faint crease forming at the