Linda Cousine

My first zit … my first bra … my first kiss. My birth mom missed them all. She should have been there to tell me it was fine, to reassure me and hold my hand when I got scared. Instead, now I’ll never get the chance to meet her because my dad’s moving us two thousand miles away—to California. But she needs to know what’s happening. She has to understand what’s going on in my life, what’s important ...