Mother’s Day. As usual, I had to work again this year. That’s life as a freelancer — I basically take on whatever jobs come my way. But when I got home and opened the door, a sweet scent greeted me. I followed it to the fridge, opened it, and there it was: a strawberry tart made with puff pastry. Next to it was a little note. My daughter had made it for me. She must’ve been in the kitchen all by herself, looking things up, trying her best. In that moment, all my tiredness dis
