I got this book in 2009 as a Christmas present from my grandmother— the last Christmas we spent together. I know she is still alive, but we are not in touch anymore.

My mother, her daughter, owns the same cookbook. This gift created the sense of a relationship, which unfortunately never existed.  The book stood on my kitchen shelf for a long time, unused. It always reminded me of the fact that I would never know why my grandmother never had an understanding of her own daughter.

Now, I let these thoughts go, and I am happy about the deep ties and understanding my mother always had for me.



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