Monday: The Bakery
Early morning, sticky hands, warm bread
On Monday, I woke up very early at four.
My first job was at a small town bakery.
The , Mr. Sato, was already making bread.
"Good morning, Yuna. Please wash your hands," he said.
Now I am wearing a white and cap.
I am standing next to a big wooden table.
"Watch me first, then try it," Mr. Sato said.
He was pushing and folding the soft .
I am kneading the with both of my hands.
My hands are , and is on my face.
"You are doing well," Mr. Sato said with a smile.
The felt warm and soft under my fingers.
Then we put the bread into a hot .
I am waiting and watching through the small glass.
Soon a wonderful filled the whole warm room.
The bread came out golden and round.
"The gives me ," I said happily.
Customers came in and bought the warm bread.
A little boy smiled and said, "Thank you!"
I was tired, but my heart felt very full.
Making bread is harder than I first thought.
My arms hurt, but I did not complain once.
Mr. Sato gave me one roll to eat.
"Good work today," he said, and I felt .