I was living in a homeless shelter for a few years, my first year there the staff asked if maybe I would be willing to bake for the people who payed to keep the place running, I agreed.I had never felt so much accomplishment as I did that Hearthswarming, but I stoutly refused to take on cooking as my career. I continued studying for dental hygiene for another year until I was asked again to make cookies for the donors. I finally decided that I was truly happy when making treats for others. The problem started when I decided to tell my parents my decision. 

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