Red cherries

There was a small pastry shop my mom used to visit, tucked quietly along a familiar street. It wasn’t grand or modern, but it carried a kind of warmth that made it unforgettable. The moment you stepped inside, the scent of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries wrapped around you like a gentle embrace—comforting, familiar, and full of life. #momsfavorite #redcherriesbaguio #missingmom