I was very lost back then and believed 100% that brian was my uncle and that I had been adopted by my family. However, I was with it enough to do a wonderful fundraising for a nice book, no nonsense in it, dedicated to my mom. It is in English and talks of mom’s womb like the ocean, heavily influenced by the oceans of NZ. My mom never saw that book as it was never for sale but I sent it to my in laws. It is a really pretty artefact and the writing is sweet. For mother’s day now, I am sending it to my mom. In the end, because the intent was pure I suspect, it is a wonderful surprise for her this year, 5 years later. My in laws heavily helped with the fundraising. It is perfect.
The Poetry Dervish