My Little Embryo

Days before Melody's daughter turned nine years old, she waslooking in the mirror at her and said, "Mommy, we don't look alikeat all." Melody's heart sunk. It was never a secret that her daughterwas made in a very special way (embryo donation), but manyyears had passed since the topic came up. Melody looked backin the mirror at her daughter and pointed out all the similaritiesthey did have, especially their freckles. Knowing Melody's responsewas not going to be enough; she would have to revisit the story ofher daughter's creation. Melody weaved a poeticstory of how she struggled to have her daughter.That poem birthed this book. A story about onetough bird who wouldn't give up until she had aYou and it did not matter how her baby looked.