On a rainy day in August 2018, my baby brother was murdered. I fell into a deep depression. One day while in a depression loop, my daughter asked me for some cookies. With her big beautiful smile I couldn't say no. In that moment I saw the happiness she got from that cookie. I thought about my brother and how happy he got for anything I cooked. Then it came to me, COOKIES! I'll make cookies!
Making cookies makes me happy. Eating cookies make my daughters happy. I immediately starting thinking of different types of cookies that I enjoy. I started brainstorming of ideas of how I can honor my brother with this idea.