I am eighty-eight years old now and sometimes people ask me a question, "As a mother of eight children, which one do you love most?" My1is the same now as always: "Love is not divided; it is equal(平等的), but the one that is 2 or sick is thought of the most. "
In 1965, as a farm wife and the mother of eight children, I was busy and 3 when night came. I had never been a good 4, especially when the Vietnam War(越南战争) broke out and my second son5 the army. My thoughts and prayers (祈祷) were always6 him.
One night, I was awakened by his voice—I clearly heard him 7 for me." Mama! Mama!" I8there on the bed full of fear. I didn't want to make the family 9, so I kept my secret from my husband and children.
10, I called my best friend and told her all about it. "But it wasn't a 11, "l insisted(坚持认为), "I heard his voice calling for me. "She believed me.
Three days 12, about midnight, I was awakened again13a telegram(电报)came. My son was badly injured on the 14day I'd heard him in the night.
Later, my son came back to life and his friends came to15 him. They told him. "When we picked you up, you kept calling out 'Mama! Mama!'"
