I skipped to the front door as the letterbox clinked and the post plopped on the doormat.
‘Another blue one!’ I called, delivering the airmail letter to my mum, Patsy, then 30.
It was 1973 and at 6, I watched as Mum pulled out a handwritten letter and some family pics.
‘Carol Ann’s children are growing up!’ Mum exclaimed.
Peering over her shoulder at the photograph, I was curious about these kids from overseas.
Wondered about their lives.
I’d recently started noticing Mum got a letter in a special blue envelope every few
