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 a 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 Wagmans, ”I thought, but I wrote to her. She called as soon as she got my letter. “Mrs. Tobin! ”She said excitedly. “Mary Allen Wagman is my mother. ” Minutes later I heard a voice that I recognized （認(rèn)出）at once even after 40 years. We laughed and cried. Now the empty place in my heart is filled. And there’s one thing that Mary and I know for sure: we won’t lose each other again!

1. Whose family moved away when they were children?

2. Did they keep in touch all the time?

3. Who was the young woman on the newspaper?

4. How did the writer feel when she heard Mary’s voice?

5. How long haven’t they seen each other?