Honey pie

Speaking of wife cakes, I had to tell my husband's story, that we were high school classmates, that we had become lovers, and that we had a difference since I was a freshman, that I said he was a senior, that I remember seniors, that he was the head of our class, that he went early every day, that my family was far away, that we had to go to commuters, that we were back and forth, and that every day when I opened a desk at school, I saw a small bag of snacks in my desk, that Jell-O was better, that it was better, that it was better, that it was better, that it wasn't so that I was not bored. Then we went through all three seniors' exams, and we didn't volunteer in a school, nor in a city, because I felt the distance was beautiful, and I fell in love with a nice meatcake roll and a wife's pie, and my husband bought it for me every time he came to our school to see me. That's why wife cakes are so full of memories for me. Now that we have been married for many years, the two families have become three, but every memory of the past has shown a happy smile. I used to buy food, I made it myself, I was healthy, and I could tell my son our story, but I'm not tired of it。