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“Candid and searing, Deborah Jiang Stein’s memoir is a remarkable story about identity, lost and found, and about the author’s journey to reclaim—and celebrate—that most primal of relationships, the one between mother and child. I dare you to read this book without crying.”

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Mira Bartok
Mira Bartok

Mira Bartok is an author known for her unique personal experiences and profound literary talent. The details of her life story are limited, but her works are deeply rooted in her personal experiences and emotions. She has made significant contributions to literature by conveying the complexity of human nature and the diversity of life, offering readers unique perspectives and profound reflections. Her works have received widespread acclaim and are considered important contributions to contemporary literature. more

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