Over the years，I thought of Mary often.I wanted to share stories of my children and then grandchildren.And I needed to share my sadness when my brother and then mother died.There was an empty place in my heart that only a friend like Mary could fill. One day I was reading the newspaper when I noticed a photo of a young woman who looked a lot like Mary and whose last name was Wagman—Mary’s married name.“There must be thousands of Wagman，” I thought，but I wrote to her anyway.