The parents of a friend of mine own a bakery. They also live in there, including himself.
At work, he would bring pastries to sell. Some of the most common pastries he brings over are baked croissants and empanadas. Delicious, I may add.
I highly respect my friend and his parents’ bakery. His dad even named their bakery after him. It turns out that at some point his parents took out a loan, but it became harder and harder for them to pay their debt; so, my friend quickly started a small business selling action figures he would import from Japan, and from his own savings he paid his parents debt.
That’s why I believe he is the best son ever.
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