Amy loved everything about her mom: her smile, her smell, her gentle laugh. On the day her mom died, it felt like the sun went dark. Her dad slapped wheels on a house and they started moving, but no matter how many new places they went, the sun never came out again. At least, not until Mary showed up and handed Amy a box of Froot Loops. Amy loved Mary from the very first day - almost as much as her dad did. Amy began calling Mary and "Mom and " shortly after the wedding without a second thought. After all, Mary cared for her, taught her, and loved her. But when Aunt Anica comes to visit, she has plenty of questions. And now, Amy does too. Does loving Mary mean Amy doesn't love her mom? Or is there somehow room for all the love Amy feels in her heart?