My Deert Store
When I was a child, I often went out with my friends.One day, we happened to walk into a cake store which was full of delicate cakes with chocolate, fruits, and flo.I stood in front of the cakes, which looked colorful and delicious and were sending out the aroma.I even could feel myself drooling.Finally, I used all my pocket money to buy a small cake and left the store satisfied.That evening, I dreamed of living in a house that was made of cakes.After that, my desire for cake was stronger and I want to own a deert store one day.
After awhile, I visited the cake store more often.Almost my pocket money was spent on it.Because of that, my tooth bored through two cavities.I still clearly remember the scene when my twin sister laughed at me.When I was fifteen years old, I started to search for different styles of deert store and took some beautiful photos.Sometimes, I stayed in the store for the whole afternoon just reading books or magazines and enjoying the peace and comfort.
Now, I am an adult rather than a child, but I still insist on keeping my dream because it is a part of my life.With the support of my parents, I brought a baking machine and dry yeast and butter so that I can learn how to make cakes from the Internet.No matter how well I make cakes, the most important thing is that I enjoy the proce because I did every step by myself.Though I failed so many times, finally, I succeeded.When my parent happily ate the cake, it made everything worthwhile.
Dreams are gorgeous sometimes, but we must be realistic.First of all, I should find a job, maybe a teacher, a cook or a accountant and work hard to make money.When I have enough money to open a store, it is time to find some sponsors like parent, relatives and friends.My own deert does not to be resplendent and magnificent.I would like it to be decorated by myself: a wall can be full of pictures.The others can be placed some meage boards where everyone can share their stories.Every table will be placed lovely plants and a booklet for writing some suggesting.
That is my secret dream.Perhaps you might think it is childish and unrealistic, but I really wish it will come true.
Abby
