About this example: the chapter below is an illustrative sample of the kind of writing MyDear helps a family create from one recorded conversation. It is a representative example. It is not a specific customer’s story, and no real names or family details are used. We never publish a real family’s stories, voice, or names without their written permission.
People ask what they actually end up with. Not the app, not the process. The thing on the page. So here is an example: three short passages from a single chapter, the kind MyDear shapes out of about fifteen minutes of someone simply talking. It’s written the way they’d say it, in the first person, kept in their own voice.
The kitchen table
We didn’t have much, but we had that table. My father built it the winter before I was born, out of oak he’d been saving for something he hadn’t decided on yet. It had a wobble on the left side that he never did fix, and forty years later I could still find that wobble with my elbow without looking.
Mornings, my mother kept the radio on low (the farm report, then the hymns), and there was always coffee that was mostly chicory, because the real thing cost too much. I’d come down in my socks and she’d already be there, peeling something, always peeling something, and she’d say, “Well, look who decided to join the living,” even when it was barely six.
My brother Daniel
Daniel was three years older and certain about everything, which made him wonderful and impossible in roughly equal measure. He taught me to whistle, to throw a curveball that didn’t curve, and to never, ever let our mother see the report card first. When he laughed he put his whole back into it. I have spent a good part of my life trying to make people laugh like that, just to hear the sound of it again.
The day I left
I left for the city on a Tuesday, because the bus was cheaper on a Tuesday. My father didn’t come to the stop (he wasn’t built for goodbyes), but he’d slipped a folded twenty into my coat pocket the night before, and a note that just said call your mother. I found it on the bus. I’ve kept that scrap of paper through nine moves and two countries. It’s the shortest letter he ever wrote me, and somehow it said the most.
That’s a chapter. It usually starts as a few gentle questions and someone talking the way they would at their own kitchen table, with no writing and no homework. MyDear helps turn that into pages a family keeps.
Stories like this start as one conversation. MyDear guides your parent by voice and turns their answers into a real book. $45 once, no subscription.
A real printed book · no subscription · their words stay private.
Prefer that we do it for you?
If your parent will happily talk but would never set anything up themselves, our White-Glove Starter does it for them: one recorded conversation with them, and we hand you a polished chapter like the one above. We confirm they’re comfortable being recorded before anything is scheduled or charged.