Once upon a time in a little town, there lived a priest of foreign descent who had a peculiar wish: he really wished he could be a lover of cakes. While everyone around him delighted in the sweet treats, he found himself indifferent, unable to appreciate their sugary allure.
Despite his best efforts, the priest had never developed a taste for cakes. He would stand at church functions, watching as his congregation savoured slices of rich chocolate and fluffy vanilla, their faces lighting up with joy. He longed to share in that delight, but every bite he took left him feeling uninspired.
One sunny afternoon, the priest decided to visit the town’s famous bakery, "Sweet Whispers," hoping that perhaps a different setting might change his feelings. As he entered, the delightful aroma of baked goods enveloped him, and he was greeted by rows of colourful cakes, each one more tempting than the last.
The baker, an elderly woman named Mrs. Buttercream, noticed the priest’s hesitant demeanour. "What brings you here today, Father?" she asked with a warm smile.
"I wish I could love cakes like everyone else," he confessed. "But no matter how many I try; they just don’t resonate with me."
Mrs. Buttercream nodded understandingly. "Sometimes, it’s not about the taste, but about the joy they bring to others," she said. "Why not find a way to enjoy the experience from a different perspective?"
Inspired by her words, the priest decided to focus on the happiness that cakes brought to his community rather than his own indifference.
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