but nothing has ever beaten or will ever beat the feeling I had when I got that box of Bon O Bon chocolates from my biological mother when I was lost and alone at the orphanage. Nothing can beat the way I felt when my adoptive mother gave me Helen Exley’s book To a Very Special Daughter or what I felt when we sat in that movie theater together. Love can’t be bought, manufactured, or elicited on request. It’s a gift that we choose to give and to receive.
