One hot summer day in 1970, teenaged Julie dresses her ten-day-old baby daughter for the last time. Then she placed her newborn into a nurse’s arms and walked away, taking with her only a tiny plastic bracelet on which were written two words – ‘Baby Wassmer’.
Over the next twenty years, the print on the bracelet began to fade, but the memory of Julie’s lost child continued to run, like a thread, through the fabric of her life.
On November 1990, as she stared at her reflection in a mirror on her bathroom wall, one thought suddenly came into her mind: now might be the perfect time for her daughter to re-enter her life. A few hours later, in the most astonishing way, two worlds were about to collide.
My Rating 5/5 (Biography)
A remarkable story I couldn't put it down.
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