I’ve never cooked a day in my life, but after my wife passed, I had no choice but to learn how to make meals for my daughter. It’s been tough — burned pans, failed recipes, and a lot of frustration.

I’ve never cooked a day in my life, but after my wife passed, I had no choice but to learn how to make meals for my daughter. It’s been tough — burned pans, failed recipes, and a lot of frustration.

One day, my daughter said, “Thanks, Dad. But it’s just not like how Mom used to make it.” That broke my heart.

But today, I finally made her favorite heart-shaped pancakes… and she said, “Wow, Dad. It tastes like the ones Mom made!”

I couldn’t hold back the tears. It’s not perfect, but I’m doing my best for her.