Pulling on an apron and standing on my tippy-toes, I loved helping my grandma Fay and mum Cindy make Anzac bickies.
Teaching me their secret recipe, I watched as they poured their love into every step, sifting, mixing and rolling the dough.
Growing up, I always knew that I wanted to open my own bakery one day and share their delicious treats.
Working in hospitality many years later, I received a call from my sister Ebony.
‘Mum’s been diagnosed with terminal cancer,’
