Translation: Perevod (A Daughter's Translation of Her Parent's Letters to Each Other) (Essay) - Witness
Riverside, California: February, 2001 I HAD KNOWN FOR A LONG TIME that the letters existed, and that someday they would be mine. I had seen glimpses of them, when my mother took them off the shelf in her closet to seek an answer to one of my questions. What was my first word? When did I walk? What other names did she think about calling me? She would leaf through the letters until she found the answer, and then put them back. I knew they were my birthright--part of my story, as well as hers--but I did not know when they might become mine. I thought perhaps when my parents were very old, or even gone. I did not expect my mother to offer them to me when I was twenty-six, newly married.