Dear son,
I’m writing these few lines so you know that I have written to you. If you receive this letter, it means it has arrived. If you don’t receive it, let me know, and I will send it again. I’m writing slowly because I know you can’t read quickly.
Some time ago, your father read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within a kilometer of one’s home.
So we decided to move a bit farther away. The new house is wonderful. There’s a washing machine, but I’m not sure it works.
Just yesterday, I put in some laundry, filled it with water, and then the laundry completely disappeared.
The weather here isn’t too bad. Last week it rained twice: the first time for three days and the second time for four.
About the jacket you asked me for, your uncle Piero told me that sending it with the buttons would be very expensive (because of the weight of the buttons).
So I took them off. If you think you might reattach them, I put them all in the inner pocket.
Your brother Gianni did something really silly with the car: he got out and slammed the door shut, leaving the keys inside. So he had to come back home to get the second set of keys, and that’s how we were able to get out of the car too.
If you see Margherita, please say hello to her for me. If you don’t see her, don’t tell her anything.
Your mom who loves you so much!
P.S.: I wanted to include some money for you, but I had already sealed the envelope.
