Baking Pies for Others Turned Into a Shocking Surprise Just for Me
When I was sixteen, my life literally went up in flames. One cold January night, I lost nearly everything—my parents, my grandfather, my home, and the childhood I barely had. Rescued from the fire in nothing but pajamas and bare feet, I stood trembling in the snow, watching everything familiar dissolve into smoke and ash. I made it through. But surviving isn’t the same as truly living. From that moment forward, I felt untethered, adrift. With no family left to care for me, I was placed in a youth housing program. It was safe and clean, but it felt more…
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