母亲的信 All Mums Letters（第1页）
母亲的信AllMumsLetters
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TothisdayIremembermymum'sletters。ItallstartedinDecember1941。EveryhebigtableidwrotetomybrotherJohnny，whohadbeesummer。WehadnotheardfromhimsiheJapaackedPearlHarbor。
Ididn'tuandwhymymumkeptwritingJohnnywheeback。
“Waitandsee-we'llgetaletterfromhimoneday，”sheclaimed。MumsaidthattherewasadirekfromthebraienwordthatwasjustasstroGodhasgrantedus。ShetrustedthatthislightwouldfindJohnny。
Idon'tkhattocalmherself，dadorallofusdown。ButIdoknoedussticktogether，andonedayaletterreallydidarrive。JohnnywasaliveonanislandinthePacific。
Ihadalwaysbeehefactthatmumsigers，“CeciliaCapuzzi”，andIteasedheraboutthat。“Whydon'tyoujustwrite‘Mum'？”Isaid。
Ihadn'tbeeshealwaysthoughtofherselfasCeciliaotasMum。Ibeganseeingheri，thissmalldelian，whoeveninhigh-heeledshoeswasbarelyoneandahalfmeterstall。
Sheneverorjewelryexceptforaweddingringofgold。Herhairwasfine，sleekandbladalinaknotintheneck。Shewouldn&#ettingahair。Hersmallsilver-rimmedpinlylefthernosewheobed。
Whenevermumhadfier，shegaveittodadforhimtopostit。Thehewaterontoboil，adowableahegoodolddayswhenourItalian-Amerifamilyhadbeenafamilyoften:mum，dada。Fiveboysandthreegirls。Itishardtouhattheyhadallmovedawayfromhometowork，enrollinthearmy，etmarried。Allexceptme。
Arouspringmumhadgottwomoresonstowritetshewrotethreediffereerswhichshegavetomeanddadafterwardssowecouldadds。
Littlebylittletherumouraboutmum'slettersspread。Onedayasmallwomaourdoor。Hervoicetrembledassheasked:“Isittrueyouwriteletters?”
“Iwritetomysons。”
“Andyoureadtoo?”whisperedthe>
“Sure。”
Theenedherbagaapileofairmailletters。“Read……pleasereadthemaloudtome。”
&erswerefromthewoman'ssonwhowasasoldierinEurope，ared-hairedboywhomumrememberedhaviingwithhisbrothersoairsinfrontofourhouse。MumreadthelettersorahemfromEnglishtoItalian。Thewoman'seyeswelledupwithtears。“etohim，”shesaid。Buthowwasshegoingtodoit?
“Makesomeumyelledtomeinthelivingroomwhileshetookthewomahekitdseatedheratthetable。Shetookthefountainpen，inkandairmailnantowrite。Whenshehadfinished，shereadtheletteraloudtothe
“HowdidyouknowthatwasexactlywhatIwaosay?”
“Ioftensitandlookatmyboys'letters，justlikeyou，withoutaclueaboutwhattowrite。”
Afewdayslaterthewomahafrieheroheroheyallhadsonswhofoughtinthewar，andtheyallers。Mumhadbeethedentinourpartoftowimesshewouldwritelettersalldaylong。
Mumalwaysipeoplesigheirowhesmallwomanwiththegreyhairaskedmumtoteachherhowtodoit。“Isomuttobeabletowritemyowmysohehewoman'shandinhersandmovedherhahepaperagainandagainuntilshewasabletodoitwithoutherhelp。
&day，whenmumhadwrittehewoman，shesigherself，andherfacebrightenedupinasmile。
Oous，andmuminstahadhappened。Allhopehaddisappearedfromhereyes。Theystoodhandinhandftimewithoutsayingaword。Thenmumsaid:“Webettergotochurch。Therearethingsithatrehendthem。”Whenmumcamebae，she'tgetthered-hairedboyoutofhermind。
&hewarwasover，mumputaeo，”shesaid。Butshewaswrong。ThewomenwhohadetoherforhelpinwritingtotheirsonsoherwithlettersfromtheirrelativesinItaly。Theyalsocametoaskherforherhelpiiizenship。
Ononeoittedthatshehadalwayshadasecretdreamanovel。“Whydidn'tyou?”Iasked。
“Allpeopleinthisworldareherewithoicularpurpose，”shesaid。“Appareowriteletters。”Shetriedtoexplainwhyitabsorbedherso。