fruit bun

i bought a fruit bun from a chinese baker near the railway station that was closing up.
it was 40 cents - it looked like one of the fruit buns my grandmother made once - it was the only time i can remember her ever making bread of any kind and it seemed to take many hours - i could barely contain myself but when the buns finally came out of the oven i was disappointed : they looked small, sad and pale not like the big brown buns from the baker - i went off to play ... later when the buns were cool, i ate one with lots of butter - it tasted of yeast - i didn’t want another one - i don’t know what happened to the buns that didn’t get eaten - my grandmother was not one to throw away food - maybe she took them to the river for the swans and ducks.