To My Daughter, With Love by Donna GreenThe mother-daughter relationship can be so very wonderful yet also extremely complex. Covering love, loss, jealousy and all the emotions in between, these are our top picks for mother-daughter relationship books. When Kate gets a call at work that her daughter Amelia has been suspended for cheating, she panics and leaves work, only to arrive at the school to find a tragedy. Amelia has jumped to her death, according to officials. Having passed away while residing at a treatment program in Colorado, Elise quickly began questioning the American substance-abuse treatment system that failed her daughter — her daughter was unsuccessful through more than five programs, making it evident that there is a bigger problem at hand. Even If Your Heart Would Listen tells the true story of one mother and her commitment to her daughter, proving that no matter what happens, the bond between mother and daughter is unbreakable. When Sophie is sent from Haiti to New York to reunite with her estranged mother, she discovers secrets that no year-old should know.
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To My Daughter, With Love
The lowest-priced brand-new, unused, unopened, undamaged item in its original packaging where packaging is applicable. Packaging should be the same as what is found in a retail store, unless the item is handmade or was packaged by the manufacturer in non-retail packaging, such as an unprinted box or plastic bag. See details for additional description. I purchased this book several years ago and gathered pictures to paste and recalled memories to write for a special surprise for my mother. She absolutely loved it. She is in an assisted living facility now and we through it and relive our wonderful mother and daughter relationship often.
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Thank you for being a Wonderful Mom Butterfly kisses, afternoons at the park, calling me home before it was dark. Holding your hand when crossing the street, making sure I was buckled in the car seat. Although I was young, I did pay attention, to the ways that you cared, too many to mention. As I grew older, you gave me my space and yet you were there, any time, any place. You're the one that I've turned to again and again, and I'll still need you now as I needed you then.
I shook my husband out of a nap. I was crying so hard that he thought someone must have died. I told him that no, I was crying over something a little less tragic. My parents were moving. They would be retiring and selling my childhood home. It was great news from them, they deserved to retire, but I was clearly a little attached to the home.