My father always loved cakes. As a little girl, I remember my mom bringing home a simple pound cake from the traditional market just for him — and the way his eyes lit up still stays with me. Maybe that’s where it all began: a sweet memory of love.

As I grew older, I started baking, first for my family, then for friends, and then friends of friends. Along the way, I realized baking wasn’t just a hobby — it was healing. Each cake became a quiet expression of love, joy, and light.

On a family trip to Hawaii, as my son hugged his favorite brachiosaurus, the name Brachio Bakery was born — a tribute to childhood wonder and the power of love.

Just like I do for the people closest to my heart, I promise to give you only the best. At Brachio Bakery, every cake is baked with care, shared with love.