I Was Baking Pies for Hospice Patients – Then One Arrived for Me, and I Nearly Passed Out
Grief pushed me into the kitchen, and somehow, amid the sorrow, I found comfort in baking pies for strangers. I never imagined that one day, a pie would come back to me—and change everything. When I was sixteen, my whole world went up in smoke. One freezing January night, the cold so sharp that the windows seemed to weep, my life vanished in an instant. I was curled up in bed, earbuds in, trying to drown out the familiar laughter of my parents as they watched television. Then I smelled