However, most of the time, I cannot stop those I care for from hurting. But I have a way to give them joy: I bake their favourite cake.
So when you were in pain, and life felt cruel, I baked your favourite cake, giving you the gift of joy, allowing you a moment of peace. And when your story neared its end, I gave you my gift one last time.
Food had become tasteless, no longer pleasurable, the act of eating a tireless chore. But when you nibbled on a slice of pineapple upside-down cake. You moaned in delight. ‘Mmm, it’s delicious,’ you said. Joy filled your face—just for a moment, pushing the pain and discomfort aside.
You couldn’t eat it all, but that didn’t matter. The moment of happiness on your face was enough to offer me comfort because even though I was losing you, I would always remember that I gave you your last taste of pleasure.