Grief pushed me into the kitchen, where I found comfort baking pies for strangers. I never imagined that one day, a pie would arrive for me and change my life forever.When I was 16, a terrible accident took my family and home, leaving me with nothing but memories. I moved into a youth shelter and focused on school during the day, but at night, I found peace in baking pies. Using the shared kitchen, I spent my savings on ingredients and delivered the pies anonymously to a hospice and local shelter. It became my way of sharing love and healing through food.
