My father brought some cake to us. It was a cake that her boss gave to him as a father day treat. I opened the box and sliced the cake and upon tasting it I feel so nostalgic.
From the moment I tasted the cake I remember something on my childhood days. This cake is the one that my father used to buy when we were going to the bank in the town proper. I am just happy reminiscing the days.
Imagine its been 2 decades but the taste of the cake is still the same.