Ihave a nickname for my mom. I call her brown bear because she turns red when she gets upset and causes quite a stir every morning. Then one day, I heard from my dad that mom had indeed been a brown bear before he married her for saving his life. I was skeptical at first, but upon seeing an old photo album at my grandmother’s house, I realized that mom had once been a girl full of dreams, just like me. This is a book that movingly illustrates the deep bond between the three generations of women – grandmother, mother, and daughter.