Something sad:

As a child, when his parents brought fresh fragrance bread from the store, he asked for a piece, but he was told to eat yesterday. Tomorrow they eat today, and the child dreams of a crispy fragrant fresh crust. And so every day. Until now, although his parents are no longer alive, he recalls: "A so wanted fresh!"

I remember when I was a child, my mother and I ate fresh bread, and my father ate yesterday. Now I am my father, now I do that.