Mom got a letter, and she read it to herself.
Read it to us! we said. Can you read it?
She laughed, Of course I can! I want to know if you can read it!
We said, But we want you to read it to us. Read it aloud!
And so she did, with a loud clear proud voice she read the whole letter, hesitating over words she could not decipher. Yet she could remember the pronunciation of names that were not English, and said them correctly.
When she finished, I asked her what the letter said. And she told me what she understood, passage by passage, reading again from the letter to remind herself what it was about.
I would give her 50% for reading comprehension.
- She knew what a sentence meant, even when she could not remember the event it referred to
- She knew most of the people in the letter
- She was happy to read the letter, recognising it was written with love
It doesn’t matter the parts she did not seem to understand, which were the parts referring to the passage of time, someone’s accomplishment, or illness, or future plans. She seemed not to recognise the significance. Or she might have understood after all, and I didn’t see it.