I Was Baking Pies for Hospice Patients – Then One Arrived
Loss and Survival After a house fire killed her parents and grandfather, a sixteen‑year‑old narrator says, “I was the only thing left standing in the yard.” Grief drove her into a youth shelter— and into baking—to keep her hands busy and her heart intact. Baking as Quiet Care She became, unwillingly, “the girl who baked…