Ryan walked through the front door of his childhood home and was greeted by the familiar smell of freshly baked cookies. His mother was no where in sight, but with the smell, he could guess where she was, and he trailed the familiar smell that led to the kitchen.

Mrs. Lerman was in the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune as she finished icing a batch of chocolate chip cookies. She turned around and smiled when she saw her son standing in the doorway.

Mrs. Lerman walked up to him, the not so ...