The Hobby

On that steel table, there it was. All her work. The finished round sweets, were placed on that wooden plate. This was her hobby, that became a recognized talent. The first desert was a beautiful flower, placed in the middle of the round dough. The second one has three flowers. It is so similar, yet people see them totally different and prefer one over the other. She was working on the third one, and she was just putting the pistachio to make the cakes.

She was a painter. One that kept all of her work at home. She did not share any of them with anyone. She knew that, at her home town. She would be famous. But, it will not make a living. That is when the idea of transforming her mother's desert business into her art gallery. That is when, the small business, turned into a fixed income to the family. Something that, they all can rely on. Her work, did all the marketing. But, to her, all that mattered was that she continued to practice her hobby.