She spends her days making sure no one around her is missing anything. Her daughters. Her home. Everyone else, first.
Baking is the one thing she does just for her.
People kept tasting it, and asking her to make it again. Sisters. Mother. Friends. Then friends of friends. So she stopped saying no.
Not a business plan. Not made to scale. Just something rare, made by someone who still finds an hour that belongs to no one but her.