I hadn’t thought of my mother, my childhood or the 24 trees for close to 20 years. And I would not have thought of her that day if my phone hadn’t rung that morning. I had considered letting the call go through to voicemail. Why hadn’t I let it go through to voicemail? On the other end of the call, there was an emotionless, monotone voice of an unknown man, who claimed to be a friend from my childhood, who had informed me that the stranger who had given birth to me, had held me in her arms every night and had given me up when I was only 8 years old, was dead. Follow Jessica’s journey back through her life as she embarks on a road trip with her best friend to attend her mother’s Funeral. She remembers her childhood with her mother and then after. She painfully recalls the last time she saw her mother when she was ripped from her. Be with Jessica when her life begins to make sense.