If I am completely honest I almost didn’t pick up this book to read it. Don’t get me wrong, the description was interesting and I love when a writer is willing to share so honestly their emotional journey. But since losing my own father a couple of years ago I am leery of stories about grief. Grief is sneaky and a life long process, so I try to avoid the things that I know will tear me up so badly. I’m glad I didn’t let that hesitation stop me from reading this book. Susan does an excellent job describing her process of grief. While I could relate to some aspects of her grief Susan’s experiences were vastly different than mine and I loved the glimpse into her life. Susan’s parents were immigrants to America and worked hard in the nail salons they owned. When Susan was 11 her mother died from complications from a tummy tuck. Being the youngest Susan had the least memories, but her family pushed moving on and working hard. Susan spent years working to process how she felt and trying to discover exactly who her mother was. There was a lot of rich Vietnamese culture and the descriptions of the food were amazing and left me hungry, This book is an emotional roller coaster. It is raw and brutally honest and I definitely recommend it.