The story began with my sister’s departure for the United States when I was 12. My companion and friend whom I relied on when boredom crept, when bullies struck and when my parents screamed and fought, left me. I was to face school, home and the world alone. All I looked forward to were the biannual visits when she would bring comforting American gifts like Jiffy Cornbread mixes. That was my introduction to baking.