The doorbell rang, running through your home. You ran down the stairs, you could already smell the treats waiting outside for you.

The door creaked open, Mary-Beth entered. In her hand was a fresh batch of oatmeal cookies. You could see the smile on her face sweeter than anything she could make for you.

“Careful! They are still hot.” Mary-Beth exclaimed, setting a cookie into your palm. Just recently, Mary-Beth has been making you many treats. Arriving at dawn just to offer you food.