The Dressmaker's Daughter

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Some losses don't just break you-they take you apart piece by piece until you</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>are no longer the person you once were. On July 7 2005 Azuma Wundowa's life</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>crumbled when her mother boarded a bus in London and never came home.</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>That summer at sixteen Azuma was gleefully waiting for concert tickets to arrive and</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>enjoying life as it was. But then her mother went missing amidst one of the most</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>devastating tragedies in London-the 7/7 bombings. It didn't make any sense: one</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>day she was making tea with her mother in their kitchen; the next she was staring out</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>the window waiting for someone who would never return.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When her father uttered the piercing words</span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> The police have come to say they found</em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>mummy. She is dead</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> her world disintegrated. Her mother the very definition of</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>strength was among the 52 victims of the bombings one of those on bus 30.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>The Dressmaker's Daughter</em></strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> takes you through the rawness and aftermath of grief</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>and loss. From subsequently losing her home and a challenged relationship with her</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>father to waking up years later from a vivid dream of taking her mother to a spa-only</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>to be gut-punched by reality-Azuma captures the jagged edges of life when the</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>world stops for you but continues for everyone else.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>This book is about how trauma lingers in the mundane-how a simple Mother's Day</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>card in a store can cut like a knife-and most importantly how you can find </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>your</em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>own version of healing</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> even when it feels like nothing but a distant wish.</span></p><p></p>