I Was Baking Pies for Hospice Patients – Then One Arrived for Me, and I Nearly Passed Out
Grief pushed me into the kitchen, where I found unexpected comfort in baking pies for strangers. At sixteen, I lost my entire family in a house fire, leaving me with nothing but memories and the unbearable weight of survival. While others moved on, I drifted, numb, until the act of baking gave me purpose. Each…