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Donna Hill - What Mother Never Told Me

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Raised in the Delta by her grandmother, Parris McKay has the voice of an angel and the promise of a bright, loving future with the man she adores. But everything Parris believes about her life is rocked to the core when she discovers that Emma, the mother she believed dead, is very much alive.Compelled to discover the roots of this decades-long deception, Parris goes in search of her mother in France, but the meeting only opens old wounds for them both. Hurt and disillusioned, Parris finds solace in two new friends, Leslie and Celeste. Both have difficult relationships with their own mothers, and both, like Parris, are coming to terms with a legacy of long-buried secrets. And as Emma returns to the States, spurring unexpected revelations, the bond that Parris, Leslie and Celeste forge will sustain them on a journey from heartbreak to healing.Compelling, candid and wise, What Mother Never Told Me is an unforgettable story about the power of our pasts to define usand sometimes to hold us back. It is a novel about abiding love and hidden truths, about family bonds that may be tested but never truly broken, about the lies that tear us apartand the friendships that can make us whole again.

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What Mother Never Told Me
DONNA HILL
What Mother Never Told Me

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Acknowledgments

I must begin by thanking my incredible editor Glenda Howard, whose confidence in me allowed me to bring this story to you. Thanks to so many of my fellow authors who are not only contemporaries but friends willing, without question, to listen, support and encourage. Thank you, Gwynne Forster, for sticking with me for more years than I can count; Francis Ray for your warmth and encouraging words; Rochelle Alers for your friendship and insight; Victoria Christopher Murray for always being willing to share; Bernice McFadden, a hidden gem and my idol; Leslie Esdaile (aka L. A. Banks) for doing the damn thing!; my big brother Victor McGlothin for your friendship and all those good hugs (Im still thinking of something we can work on together); and Eric Jerome Dickey for always keeping it real.

Of course, without the love and support of My Girlz my life would be less full. Big hugs to Debra OwsleyI cant thank you enough for your friendship and for all that you do for me; Michelle Henley, my road buddy, for being there and for caring about me; Nichole Anderson for your friendship and all that you do behind the scenes; Christine Ellington for the sweetness of your spirit and embracing me in it; Donna Knightgirl, you can make me laugh in the middle of the Apocalypse; Valarie Brown and Antoinette Howell, my sisterseven though distance separates us, our hearts keep us close.

To all the book clubs! Wow, there are so many: United Sisters, Sisters on the Reading Edge, Sweet Soul Sisters, Divas Divine, SWER, Sistahfriend Bookclub, APOOO, RawSistaz, Sistagirl Bookclub, Turning Pages, Escapade, Sexy Ebony BBW African American Bookclubthe list goes on. I cant thank you all enough for your love and support, both online and off.

My incredible family; my beautiful daughters, Nichole and Dawne, my amazing son, Matthewyou guys make me so proud each and every day; my wonderful grandsons, Mahlik and Caylib, and my darling granddaughter, Mikayla. I love you all more than you will ever know. My sister Lisa, who loves me unconditionally, my best friend and cheerleader, the real rock of the family; and my brother David for always being in my corner. My mom, Dorothy, without whom I would not be. Your resilience under circumstances that would break many is my inspiration. When I think of you I know that I can do anything. I can fly. Daddy, I still miss you so much. Derek, for giving me the gift of our children and for your support throughout the years. And Ronald, my heart, my history, the soul that inspires the words I write, my comfort, my joy.

Most of all, I thank God for bestowing on me this incredible gift of words and for allowing me to share it with the world.

This novel is dedicated with love to all the wonderful readers who embraced its predecessor, Rhythms. It was because of each of you that What Mother Never Told Me came into being. I thank you all for the love and continued support. And I hope that this novel of love, betrayal, forgiveness and healing will capture your imagination and your heart, strengthen your friendships and allow you to accept yourself for the incredible person that you are.

Until next time,

Donna

Every goodbye aint goneevery shut-eye aint sleep

Contents
Chapter One

H er dead mother was alive.

Yet, days after learning the unthinkable, Parris McKay was still unable to reconcile the truth with the lie shed been nursed and nurtured on for three decades. The enormity of it echoed throughout the cool stillness of the one-room church.

Her emotions shifted between disbelief and anger, anguish and shock, to despair and back again. So shed come here to the one place where shed always found answers, balance and a quieting of her spirit.

But even here, the solace she sought was unattainable, a vapor that could be seen but not touched. The letter she held between her slender fingers was yellowed with age and had been freed with the others from their hiding place behind her Nanas stove, its wizened face crisscrossed by the fine lines of an unfamiliar hand, cracked under the onslaught of air and light.

Parris held the letter like one unfamiliar with a newborncautious, fearful, yet in awe of its mysteries. There were answers here, etched between the lines that she struggled to see. She knew it, could feel it. She knew if she just looked hard enough she would know why .

The words, though not addressed to her, connected her to the woman shed only imagined. The woman that was buried on European shores after giving birth to heror so shed been told. Told so many times that she believed it, became part of the lie. She believed her Nana when she sat her down on her knee, looked her deep in the eyes and said, Your mama loved you so much, gal, wanted you to have a little piece of somethin so bad that she begged those fancy doctors to save her baby no matter what. Yessir, thats what she done for ya, cause she loved ya. Even fo you got here.

Imagine being loved like that, so hard and so strong even before you took your first breath. The thought of it filled all the empty spaces that the void of not having her mother left in her life.

And thats the lie she told her friends when they asked where her mother was and why she lived with her grandmother. She told her truth. The only one she knew. Now what she knew was no more. The ache of it settled in her bones, squeezed her heart and stripped her throat raw.

What was she to do?

She bowed her head as the long shadow of the cross fell across her lap, deepened as the sun shifted and prepared to settle down for the night. Shed lost track of how long shed sat on the worn wooden pew, its hardness softened and curved by hips and thighs that heaved, sighed and caressed it throughout the years.

Her green eyes, butterfly quick, flitted from one space to the next as a montage of images gathered around her. How many times had she walked the aisle as a child, a teen, a woman? How many sermons had she heard, christenings and marriages had she attended? How many songs had she sung in the choir? How many times had she looked out on the congregation to see her Nana Cora and Grandpa David watching her with pride? So many.

But how could any of thisall the things that she knewbe concrete when she was no more than an illusion? And if she was no longer real then nothing in her life could be, either. With familiarity now a stranger, she had no choice but to create a new reality. And if not here, then where?

Shed come back, back to her home of Rudell, Mississippi, to be witness to her grandmother Coras transition. The woman who raised her, loved her, taught her right from wrong, gave her the gift of musiclied to her. Lied. The word burned in her throat, stirring and simmering into something bigger than herself, erupting into an emotion that was so unfamiliarrage. Parris raged at Cora, raged at her for keeping the secret and nearly taking it with her to her grave.

Cora confessed on her waning breath that Emma, her mother, was alive, was living in Europe, that shed turned her infant daughter over to Cora only days after her birth and never returned. The only connection Cora had with her daughter through the years was the intermittent letters that filled the tin box behind the stove.

Cora turned the letters over to Parris in the final hours before her passing. They revealed so much and nothing at all. Handwriting style, frequency, location, inquiries about the child shed abandoned. Yet none of the letters collected for almost thirty years explained why .

Why was Parris unworthy of her mothers love? Why did Emma give her away and never come back? Why was Parris told that her mother was dead? And why did the woman whom shed idolized all her life keep the answers and take them with her?

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