What follows is a Carrot Ranch Literary Community 99-word blog challenge. The challenge this time is the idea of a deep wish.

My mom before she was my mom.

Frigid wind blowing off Lake Erie.

Door blows open; tinkles shut.

Warm smells of baking—golden loaves, croissants

Sweet scent of cookies, cakes, cream puffs.

Crisp crust flakes; filling fills senses

Warm vanilla pudding envelopes the tongue

Eyes widen; an ecstatic surprise.

Me, only three, shy in my Shirley

Temple curls, little fur hat and muff.

We left in winter, ran from open skies, silence.

I remember almost nothing, except

This bakery with a tinkling bell and cream puffs.

Later, we returned to Dad and stayed together,

But I long to buy Mom one more cream puff.