Dropping out of college, I chose flour and sugar.

When I was in secondary school, my father once asked me what I wanted to do as a daughter. I answered him: "I want to become a police officer, to be able to protect my family and protect everyone."

"Many times my mother asked me if I regretted refusing to go to university. I always answered her no" - Nguyen Dieu Thuong

I carried that dream throughout my junior high school years, then high school years. I thought I could touch that dream. But then an incident happened to my family. My father passed away suddenly when I was in 12th grade.

At that time, the family's economy was getting more and more difficult, combined with the great pain of loss, my family was almost exhausted. I knew I would have to become the support for my mother and the whole family.

After many nights of thinking and pondering, I decided to put aside my dream of becoming a powerful policewoman and choose to learn a trade so that I could quickly support my mother. I believe my decision is right, because behind me I always have my mother's support and my father's watchful eyes...

I joined a short baking class. It was not easy at first. Many times I thought I had lost this game with flour, sugar and milk. It seemed like everything was against me in the class.

Sometimes the dough stuck to my hands and splattered all over me; sometimes it was too sticky, sometimes it was too dry; even the heat in the oven played tricks on me - sometimes it was too hot and burned the cake, sometimes the outside of the cake was golden brown but the inside was not cooked...

There were times when I cried when thinking about my choice, was it wrong, was it hasty? I still remember the words of the instructor, that baking is a combination of research and learning, skillful hands, and more importantly - must do it with all your heart and passion, because cakes also have souls.

I believe I can bake, not easily defeated by flour, sugar, milk like that. Every day, I diligently read the theory and then apply the exact ratio of flour, sugar, water to suit each type of cake and the customer's requirements.

I also often asked my teacher and seniors for their experiences on the "secret" of making delicious cakes. Just like that, without knowing when, I developed a love and passion for dry dough and rich butter...

I felt joyful when I saw a new batch of cakes being baked; felt delighted when I accumulated experience to create new types of cakes; felt happy when I put all my love and dedication into each sponge cake every day; felt excited when customers praised the cakes as delicious; and felt proud when I earned my first coins with my own efforts.

And now, when I am about to open my own bakery, I know that on the path I have chosen there are still many difficulties, but I have the effort and love for the job, and my father is always watching over me, so I really believe that I will succeed!

According to TTO