She was beautiful too. When a local photographer used her pictures in his monthly window display， she was flattered. Her favorite portrait showed her sitting by Lake Michigan， her hair windblown， her gaze reaching toward the horizon. My mother always used to say that when you died， God gave you back your"best self". She' d show us that picture and say， "This is what I' m going to look like in heaven."
第12章 一路爱相送 (12)
My parents were married in 1944. Dad was a quiet and intelligent man who was 17 when he left Italy. Soon after， a hit-and-run accident left him with a permanent limp. Dad worked hard selling candy to Chicago office workers on their break. He had little formal schooling. His English was self-taught. Yet he eventually built a small， successful wholesale candy business. Dad was generous， handsome and deeply religious. Mama was devoted to him.