This beautiful story has left me unable to stop crying . My own precious mama always placed an orange in our stockings and it was treasured, just as the orphans treasured theirs. Just thinking about it , I can hear my mother's wild and infectious laughter! How lucky I was to have her, my grandmother and my grandfather! As I sit and ponder about this very touching story, I think about my own biological father. He, like Rose, was raised in an orphanage. An orphanage, unfortunately, that I know very little about, somewhere in Pennsylvania. Sadly, we are often unaware of the many ingredients that go into creating who we are, sometimes leaving us a tad bitter, too harsh or just needing a little bit more of this or that. Sometimes we can never measure up to what people want us to be. True joy comes from loving people for who they are , which Rose seemed to be able to do, no matter the circumstance. This book may very well be the impetus for my own journey.