Please don't go!

I was given a bread maker from my Great Aunt Betty after her passing. I don't know how old it is, but it's dying. It's a real tragedy that it's dying. Because that means no more freshly baked bread. When we bought bread from the store we had to throw away too much moldy bread. So we started making our own bread, which helped us not to waste that much bread. There is nothing like eating freshly baked bread. Bread maker, we will miss you!