Dear Son,

I'm writing this slow cause I know you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you first left. Your Dad read in the paper where most accidents happen within 20 miles of home, so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address as the last family here took the numbers with them for their next house, so they wouldn't have to change their address.

This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in, pulled the chain, and I haven't seen 'em since. It only rained twice this week, three days the first time and four days this time.

The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt Sue said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with the heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets. We got a bill from the funeral home, said if we didn't make the last payment on Grandma's funeral, up she comes.

About your sister, she had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it's a girl or a boy, so I don't know if you are an Aunt or an Uncle.

Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pick-up. One was driving, the other two were in the back. The driver got out when he rolled down the window and swam to safety. The other two didn't make it, they couldn't get the tailgate down.

Not much more news this time, write soon.

Love, Mom

P.S. Was going to send you money, but the envelope was already sealed.

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