She was a perfect baby, and she had a perfect name. Chrysanthemum. When she was old enough to appreciate it, Chrysanthemum loved her name. And then she started school. “I’m named after my grandmother,” said Victoria. “You’re named after a flower.” Chrysanthemum wilted. Life at school didn’t improve. In fact, it got worse. See what happens in this charming book about kindness and accepting others.
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I loved when my mother read this book to me when I was young. I can still hear her voice in the stories that she read to me as a child. One of my favorite books was about a doll that was broken and could only repeat the phrase”good morning I love you, good morning I love you” over and over again. I would laugh and laugh as my mom used her sing song voice to say “good morning I love you, good morning I love you.” And now when I walk into my daughter’s room in the morning and look into her crib I think of my mom as I whisper “good morning I love you, good morning I love you.”
I love you, I love you, I love you always.