A Letter from My Son

One day a postman came to my village. The postman brought me a letter from my son.

Is your name Adam? the postman asked.

Yes, I said. I've got a letter for you.

The postman read the envelope, Adam of the villiage of Minta.

A letter for me. Who is it from? I asked.

The postman looked at the envelope again, From Sual, he said.

He gave me the letter and walked away.

Matha, I called to my wife.

Come here, we have a letter from our son.

Martha came out and looked at the letter.

She was excited but she was also worried.

A letter from Saul, she said, is he alive and well? I am going to find the school teacher, He can read the letter.

Threre was no school fifty years ago.

So I cannot read or write.

I live in a small villiage. the only work is farming. My only son, Saul, left the village two years ago and my three daughters are married.

Saul is making a lot of money in a foreighn country.