As a young child, I remember listening to stories about Angelo Pagano, my great-grandfather who emigrated from Italy to the United States in the early 1900s. I had always envisioned him traveling on a ship like the Titanic, sailing across the Atlantic in a luxury liner to his new home in America. Those fanciful images faded one warm autumn day when, as I was cleaning out the attic, I uncovered a collection of old letters tied together with a worn green ribbon. The paper was yellow and dry and started to crumble as I touched it. As I carefully untied the ribbon and unfolded the top letter, I realized the writing was Italian. My knowledge of the language is limited to spaghetti and espresso, but from the greeting at the beginning of the letter and the signature at the end, I could tell that the letter was written by my great-grandfather to Sofia, his beloved wife and my great-grandmother. Immediately, I decided to have the letters translated into English so that I could learn more about Angelo and the rest of my family.

What conclusion can be made about the narrator?

She thought the worn green ribbon was pretty and wanted to save it for a keepsake once the letters were translated.

She wanted to learn Italian so she could read her great-grandfather's letters for herself.

She remembered good times with her great-grandfather and -grandmother and wanted to see if she was mentioned in the letters.

She had never thought deeply about her heritage as a descendant of an immigrant until she found her great-grandfather's letters.