A monologue/letter to the narrator's adoptive brother while she is trying to write a speech for his wedding.

She reflects about the issues regarding his adoption, her desperate attempts to get pregnant and their relationship as siblings.

There are many elements I like about this book, but for me, it felt like several interesting aspects were rather namedropped than fully discussed, while other aspects like a totally overblown and romanticised view of motherhood, certain gender stereotypes that come with it, and the connection to Christianity without much criticism annoyed me in the end. The home made pressure of over the top motherhood in combination with the idea of 'marrying and having children is what you do' set the scene for the narrators pain, distress and challenges. It felt exhausting to read.