For nearly twenty years, my mother, Cathy, was the heart of Beller’s Bakery — a small shop that felt more like a neighborhood gathering place than a business. She arrived before sunrise, brewed fresh coffee, and greeted every customer with genuine warmth. Regulars didn’t just come for pastries; they came because she made them feel seen. She remembered their stories, their families, and the small details most people forget.
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