could be.
Still, she wanted to try.
I asked three times, “Are you sure?”
Each time, her nod became firmer.
“I want to show them what I can do.”
And she did.
She designed and printed menus, organized the kitchen meticulously, and considered every allergy, dietary restriction, and preference.
Dad avoided mushrooms.
Mom hated cilantro.
Ava accommodated both.
She purchased ingredients with her own money and tested every dish.
She borrowed a friend’s cake turntable to practice precise frosting.
Each evening, she’d show me her checklist and ask, “Do you
