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- 200 páginas
- 7 horas de lectura
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“Every page is better and more inspiring than the a true page-turner.” — Emily Pantelides, Journalist, CBS12 News Palm Beach Arms flailing, my adopted son George attempted to punch me, but instead he gained purchase on the cross I wore, and it flew off into a corner of the room. For years after, I was left with a souvenir of the tracks of his fingernails down my chest. When I adopted a little boy from Romania, I thought I was giving my son a brother and saving the life of a needy innocent. Instead, George came to us a like a wild animal hidden in the body of a boy. I’m not a victim and I’m not a hero. I’m just a mom who got plunged into a nightmare and lived to tell the tale. When the Bough Breaks sheds a light into that dark tunnel, where there seems to be no end to our children’s troubles. This is my truth as I remember it. Welcome to my journey.
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When the Bough Breaks: A Mother's Story of Carnage, Courage, and the Triumph of Faith, Nancy Ferraro
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- 2022
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- Título
- When the Bough Breaks: A Mother's Story of Carnage, Courage, and the Triumph of Faith
- Idioma
- Inglés
- Autores
- Nancy Ferraro
- Editorial
- Woodhall Press
- Publicado en
- 2022
- Formato
- Tapa blanda
- Páginas
- 200
- ISBN13
- 9781954907447
- Serie
- Etiquetas
- No ficción, Historias reales, Biografías, Autoayuda, Maternidad & Crianza
- Calificación
- 4,5 de 5
- Descripción
- “Every page is better and more inspiring than the a true page-turner.” — Emily Pantelides, Journalist, CBS12 News Palm Beach Arms flailing, my adopted son George attempted to punch me, but instead he gained purchase on the cross I wore, and it flew off into a corner of the room. For years after, I was left with a souvenir of the tracks of his fingernails down my chest. When I adopted a little boy from Romania, I thought I was giving my son a brother and saving the life of a needy innocent. Instead, George came to us a like a wild animal hidden in the body of a boy. I’m not a victim and I’m not a hero. I’m just a mom who got plunged into a nightmare and lived to tell the tale. When the Bough Breaks sheds a light into that dark tunnel, where there seems to be no end to our children’s troubles. This is my truth as I remember it. Welcome to my journey.