I Am the Daughter of Immigrants
<p>My youngest has been with me through the day. I spent the day with Mama and daddy. I didn’t realize my daughter was with me, until she commented on me calling Mama “Mommy,” she never heard me call her Mommy. Anyhow, I suppose if anyone was going to be with me while I was with Mama and Daddy, she was the best. At least, she saw the hills where Mama came from in Viggiano. She knew mama was as poor as the people in the mountains with their makeshift houses.</p>
<p><em>Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.</em></p>
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