I could write a book about my mother. I could write a book about my father. I could write a book about our family. That's three books. Unfortunately, I don't think anyone would publish them.
Mommy was such a sweet lady. Everyone said/says so. I have to agree. For being a mother, which I became and mimicked to some extent, she did a good job with her four children.
What I remember most about her, though, is the fact that every morning while she was drinking a cup of coffee and eating a very small bowl of cereal, she would read her Bible -- her Italian Bible. English was, afterall, her second language, and until today I never realized that.
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Friday, February 8, 2013
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