ESTRELLA'S POV
“Mrs. Nicholas, the oven is ready.“ Trina announced, and I literally raced to the kitchen.
“Thank you, Trina.“ She handed my mitts over and dipped in to the oven to reveal rows and rows of freshly baked cookies. The smell was enough for me to cut into one.
“You're a wonderful baker, Mrs. Nicholas.“ Trina said shyly, and I know it had to be true. Trina was the shyest and youngest of the bunch. She rarely spoke unless spoken to first.
“Thank you, Trina.“ I smiled at her. One thing I was still struggling with was being called Mrs. Nicholas. I felt like a fraud and an imposter. I tried to get them to call me by my name, but they stubbornly refused.
“We won't call you by your name,” Nunu had said when I told her about it. “Most of us have been out of employment long enough
