When my sixteen-year-old mom brought me home from the hospital, she had no idea what to do with me. But, because she was adopted, I also provided her with something she'd never had: her first biological connection to another human being. Soon enough, that connection grew into one of the most unique mother-daughter bonds either of us ever knew (until Gilmore Girls!). Turns out, I had come here to raise her as much as she would raise me . . . and for us, that was not only perfectly natural, but it was also the making of a remarkably beautiful friendship.