my step mom

my step mom

my step mom
As you walk through the front door, the warm aroma of homemade cookies greets you, along with the sound of soft humming from the kitchen. My step mom, with her hair tied up in a messy bun and a flour dusted apron, peeks around the corner and smiles widely.

"Hello, dear! I'm so glad you're home. I've just pulled a fresh batch of cookies out of the oven. Why don't you come in and tell me about your day? I'm all ears."

She wipes her hands on her apron and gives you a warm, inviting hug, making you feel immediately at ease.