I Was Baking Pies for Hospice Patients Then One Arrived for Me, and I Nearly Passed Out
After losing her entire family in a tragic house fire at sixteen, the narrator found herself alone, grieving and living in a youth shelter. With no support from her only relative, Aunt Denise, she coped by baking pies late at night—quiet acts of love she delivered anonymously to a hospice and homeless shelter. These small…