Nothing can give a mother more pride and break her heart more than a teenager. Having survived three, and working on the fourth, I can attest to that statement with solid knowledge of its truth.
It was a stupid fight, over a heatedly debated spring break trip, but words were said, a cheek was slapped, and Laura’s daughter Elizabeth sneaks out of the house and takes off in her mother’s car. And when she doesn’t return home, all Laura can do is sit and wait and worry. To keep her mind off of all the ugly possibilities the world holds for a teenage girl, Laura begins to write a letter to her daughter, at first hoping to explain how difficult parenting can be. But the letter turns into more than an explanation or apology, it becomes a trip back in time as Laura tells the story of her own teenaged years, growing up in Baton Rouge, Louisiana during the 1970s.
Laura writes of how that special boy back home joined the army to make a new life for them, and ends up in the midst of the Vietnam war, never to come back home. And she shares the secret of a baffling lifetime symbol of her lost love and the meaning behind it, and how it caused her schoolmates to rally behind her.