Eleanor was the first parent to arrive at the classroom to pick up her daughter. She had dressed with extra care today, and Evelyn walked out beaming, proud to show her off. Hoisting her backpack, Evelyn turned to her classmates and announced with delight, "This is my mom!"
Eleanor swept her daughter into a warm hug. "You did such a wonderful job today, Evelyn."
Back at home, Evelyn hurried to check if Joslyn had set out the ingredients for cake and cookies like she'd asked.
Practically bouncing with excitement, Evelyn trailed behind Eleanor, eager to watch every step as she started baking. Eleanor slid a tray of pre-made almond cookies into the oven; soon, their sweet, nutty aroma drifted through the living room, making mouths water. Clapping her hands in anticipation, Evelyn squealed, "I want a cookie!"
"They'll be ready soon," Eleanor promised, and with a mischievous smile, dabbed a streak of flour across her own cheek.
Evelyn spotted it right away. Instead of saying anything, she scurried off to fetch a napkin. When she returned, she tugged at her mother's sleeve. "Mom, you have flour on your face. Let me wipe it off for you."
Eleanor widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Oh! Really?"
She bent down, letting Evelyn carefully clean her face. Watching her daughter's serious expression, Eleanor felt a sudden sting of tears. She knew her daughter had a truly kind heart.
Once Evelyn was satisfied with her work, she looked up, beaming with pride. "Mom, did I do a good job?"
"You were amazing," Eleanor said, hugging her tight.
Eleanor used only the finest ingredients for the cake, and kept the sugar to a minimum—much healthier than anything store-bought.

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