Part five

One evening, she got a text it was from Mum"Lara, come home." Lara's eyes stilled "Home"..…

A mix of emotions swirled – anger, longing, old wounds. 

But Paris had taught her something,chasing dreams doesn't mean cutting roots.

After informing her workers,the next day Lara booked a ticket to Lagos. 

Stepping off the plane, the Nigerian air hit her like a warm hug,mum was at the airport, quiet, eyes searching Lara smiled uncertainly without a word and Mum pulled her into a tight hug.

At home, the family gathered – Dad, siblings, even old neighbors,the living room was a sea of familiar faces. 

Mum cleared her throat. "Lara my daughter,_ we're sorry,we are sorry we didn't understand and put into consideration your passion and dreams.

If this – baking in Paris,is what makes you happy, we support you.

Lara's eyes opened so wide like that of a cat. Dad added, "We want you to do what you love oo And... we want a branch of Lara's Pastry here in Nigeria." The room chuckled.

Lara could not contain her joy anymore and begin to burst into tears of joy Mum held Lara's hands. “Forgive us for pushing,we will support you to do big things in Paris... and Nigeria too”

Lara smiled, tears dropping. "I will do it,together,_ we'll make it big ." 

The family cheered, plates of jollof rice appeared and it was a whole evening of happiness 

Lara's Pastry expanded from Paris to Lagos. Flavors of Nigeria met streets of Paris and in the mix, family bonds rebuilt.

The END.