THE SYMBOL OF A FREE SPIRIT

The months that followed were calm, as much as they could be. I started making homemade meals in our kitchen and selling them to workers at nearby shops. Some days I had plenty of orders; others, not so much. My herb garden kept growing, and I was certain we’d never have a flower garden. The only “flowers” were the basil’s pendulous blooms when they were no longer good for cooking.

Despite my swollen feet and a belly ready to burst, I had no issue cooking ...