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母亲的信 all u letter（第1页）
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TothisdayIremembermymumsletters。ItallstartedinDecember1941。EverynightshesatatthebigtableinthekitchenandwrotetomybrotherJohnny，whohadbeendraftedthatsummer。WehadnotheardfromhimsincetheJaaneseattackedPearlHarbor。
IdidntunderstandwhymymumketwritingJohnnywhenheneverwroteback。
“Waitandsee-wellgetaletterfromhimoneday，”sheclaimed。MumsaidthattherewasadirectlinkfromthebraintothewrittenwordthatwasjustasstrongasthelightGodhasgrantedus。ShetrustedthatthislightwouldfindJohnny。
Idontknowifshesaidthattocalmherself，dadorallofusdown。ButIdoknowthatitheledussticktogether，andonedayaletterreallydidarrive。JohnnywasaliveonanislandinthePacific。
Ihadalwaysbeenamusedbythefactthatmumsignedherletters，“CeciliaCauzzi”，andIteasedheraboutthat。“Whydontyoujustwrite‘Mum？”Isaid。
IhadntbeenawarethatshealwaysthoughtofherselfasCeciliaCauzzi。NotasMum。Ibeganseeingherinanewlight，thissmalldelicatewoman，whoeveninhigh-heeledshoeswasbarelyoneandahalfmeterstall。
Sheneverworemake-uorjewelryexcetforaweddingringofgold。Herhairwasfine，sleekandblackandalwaysutuinaknotintheneck。Shewouldnthearofgettingahaircutoraerm。Hersmallsilver-rimmedince-nezonlylefthernosewhenshewenttobed。
Whenevermumhadfinishedaletter，shegaveittodadforhimtoostit。Thensheutthewaterontoboil，andwesatdownatthetableandtalkedaboutthegoodolddayswhenourItalian-Americanfamilyhadbeenafamilyoften:mum，dadandeightchildren。Fiveboysandthreegirls。Itishardtounderstandthattheyhadallmovedawayfromhometowork，enrollinthearmy，orgetmarried。Allexcetme。
Aroundnextsringmumhadgottwomoresonstowriteto。Everyeveningshewrotethreedifferentletterswhichshegavetomeanddadafterwardssowecouldaddourgreetings。
Littlebylittletherumouraboutmumsletterssread。Onedayasmallwomanknockedatourdoor。Hervoicetrembledassheasked:“Isittrueyouwriteletters?”
“Iwritetomysons。”
“Andyoucanreadtoo?”whiseredthewoman。
“Sure。”
Thewomanoenedherbagandulledoutaileofairmailletters。“Read……leasereadthemaloudtome。”
TheletterswerefromthewomanssonwhowasasoldierinEuroe，ared-hairedboywhomumrememberedhavingseensittingwithhisbrothersonthestairsinfrontofourhouse。MumreadthelettersonebyoneandtranslatedthemfromEnglishtoItalian。Thewomanseyeswelleduwithtears。“NowIhavetowritetohim，”shesaid。Buthowwasshegoingtodoit?
“Makesomecoffee，Octavia，”mumyelledtomeinthelivingroomwhileshetookthewomanwithherintothekitchenandseatedheratthetable。Shetookthefountainen，inkandairmailnoteaerandbegantowrite。Whenshehadfinished，shereadtheletteraloudtothewoman。
“HowdidyouknowthatwasexactlywhatIwantedtosay?”
“Ioftensitandlookatmyboysletters，justlikeyou，withoutaclueaboutwhattowrite。”
Afewdayslaterthewomanreturnedwithafriend，thenanotheroneandyetanotherone-theyallhadsonswhofoughtinthewar，andtheyallneededletters。Mumhadbecomethecorresondentinourartoftown。Sometimesshewouldwritelettersalldaylong。
Mumalwaysinsistedthateolesignedtheirownletters，andthesmallwomanwiththegreyhairaskedmumtoteachherhowtodoit。“Isomuchwanttobeabletowritemyownnamesothatmysoncanseeit。”Thenmumheldthewomanshandinhersandmovedherhandovertheaeragainandagainuntilshewasabletodoitwithoutherhel。
Afterthatday，whenmumhadwrittenaletterforthewoman，shesigneditherself，andherfacebrighteneduinasmile。
Onedayshecametous，andmuminstantlyknewwhathadhaened。Allhoehaddisaearedfromhereyes。Theystoodhandinhandforalongtimewithoutsayingaword。Thenmumsaid:“Webettergotochurch。Therearecertainthingsinlifesogreatthatwecannotcomrehendthem。”Whenmumcamebackhome，shecouldntgetthered-hairedboyoutofhermind。
Afterthewarwasover，mumutawaytheenandaer。“Finito，”shesaid。Butshewaswrong。ThewomenwhohadcometoherforhelinwritingtotheirsonsnowcametoherwithlettersfromtheirrelativesinItaly。TheyalsocametoaskherforherhelingettingAmericancitizenshi。
Ononeoccasionmumadmittedthatshehadalwayshadasecretdreamofwritinganovel。“Whydidntyou?”Iasked。
“Alleoleinthisworldareherewithonearticularurose，”shesaid。“Aarently，mineistowriteletters。”Shetriedtoexlainwhyitabsorbedherso。
