Gifts come, even in the midst of great anguish.
Jane Guttman tells her story in the style of a personal journal or memoire-a couple of pages for each day or event, often no more. The story is interspersed with images of the desert that Jane loves which brings a sense of reflection and some distance to the story. One builds a flavour of her days during the year in which she found her son, exchanged some information and photographs with him, and finally came to understand that he did not want a relationship with her. The gift of knowing what had happened to her child was wrapped in the sorrow of his rejection of her. Jane is aided by her son's adoptive brother, who gives her information about her son and acts as an intermediary.