Who was Marjorie King? Her daughter, Jennifer, needed to know. Why did her beautiful, funny, shy mother never speak about her past? Where was her Mumgsquo;s family?
They were Jenniferusquo;s family, too. A framed portrait revealed a stunning young Asian woman. But there were no images of Marjorie as a child. And while there was a steady stream of relatives from Jenniferrsquo;s fatherisquo;s family to their Swan Valley farm, from her mother squo;s side there was only silence. What was her secret?
As Jennifer grew older, she began recording the little information her mother shared, always reluctantly and often through tears. Just down the road, her childhood friend Cheryl was surrounded by family history. Her interest in genealogy, writing and research would inevitably find her drawn in to this compelling mystery.
Then a wedding, two christenings and another wedding idash; 20 years after the first, led to a new connection. That bond would prove vital in a chain of events which, against all odds and after almost a lifetime of searching, would shine the light on Jenniferasquo;s way home.
