‘A cake container, a gift from my uncle 1944 for my mother’
A cake container, a gift from my uncle 1944 for my mother, written on the other side: “When everybody always takes the smallest piece of cake, why is it always the one that’s left”?
A cake container, a gift from my uncle 1944 for my mother, written on the other side: “When everybody always takes the smallest piece of cake, why is it always the one that’s left”?
From one Heart to Another 