英语翻译I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough

英语翻译
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as Mother sat doing letters．Standing by her chair,looking at the ink bottle,pens,and white paper,I decided that the act of writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world．
Years later,during her final illness,Mother kept different things for my sister and brother．“But the desk,”she said again,“is for Elizabeth．”
I never saw her angry,never saw her cry．I knew she loved me；she showed it in action．But as a young girl,I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter．It never happened．And a gulf opened between us．I was“too emotional”．But she lived“on the surface”．As years passed and I had my own family．I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family．I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive me．I posted the letter and waited for her answer．None came．My hope turned to disappointment,then little interest and,finally,peace—it seemed that nothing happened．I couldn't be sure the letter had even got to Mother．I only knew that I had written it,and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not．
Now the present of her desk told me,as she'd never been able to,that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work．I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside—a photo of my father and a one-page letter,folded and refolded many times．Give me an answer,my letter asks,in any way you choose．Mother,you always chose the act that speaks louder than words．

自从我够高而能够看到我妈妈在书桌上写信的时候我就爱上了那张母亲的桌子,在椅子旁边,看着墨水瓶、 笔和纸.就觉得写作是世界上最美妙的事情.
多年以后,母亲病危之际,她把不同的东西分给了我的兄弟姐妹,"但是这个桌子"她又说了一遍,"是伊莉萨白的".
我从来没有看到过她生气或哭过,我知道她爱我,她用行动证明着.但是作为一个年轻的女孩,我需要和妈妈心连心的交谈,这从来没有发生过.
一段隔阂夹在我们中间,我太情绪化了,而她却留在表面.当岁月变迁我有了自己的家庭后,我爱我的母亲,感谢她给了我这样个幸福的家庭,我小心翼翼的写信给她,问她让我知道她是怎么来原谅她的.
我寄出我的信,并等待着她的回信.没有音信.希望变成了失望,然后就是几乎没有了兴趣,最终归于平静,好象什么也没有发生过.
我无法确定这信是否到了母亲手里,我只知道我已经写了信,情不自禁的把她想成另外一个她..
现在那张还存在的桌子告诉我,母亲是多么的高兴我选择了写作.我小心翼翼的清洗桌子,发现有些东西在里面—— 一张父亲的照片和一页信纸,而且被反复折叠和摊平过很多次,给了我曾经提出的问题的答案,妈妈,你总是选择用行动来证明.