Sienna’s POV

The kitchen now buzzes with energy, warmth, and the unmistakable sounds of laughter. Two hours in, flour coats every surface, and twenty-three children work intently at their stations, delight and focus etched into their small faces as dough sticks to their tiny hands.

“Mom Sienna, look what I made!” exclaims Estelle, lifting a doughy creation into the air. It resembles a rabbit, though one ear is comically oversized, dangling haphazardly to one ...