女儿的午餐袋（2）
《美丽英文》作者：方雪梅 2017-04-14 12:47
女儿的午餐袋（2）
令我惊奇的是，几天后，莫利再一次把那个袋子给了我。同样破烂的袋子里面装着同样的东西。我觉得是被原谅了，也得到了信任和爱，还有一个小小的、很舒服的父亲头衔。几个月以后，那个袋子会不时地出现在我的身边。我不明白，在某个特定的日子女儿为什么给我或不给我那个袋子。
后来，莫利把注意力转移到其他物品上，发现了其他的珍宝，对这个游戏失去了兴趣，她长大了。
我呢？一直保留着这个袋子。她是在一天早上给我的，后来就再没要回去。我也一直保留着。
破旧的纸袋放在一个盒子里。她还是个孩子时，曾说：“看，这是我得到的最好的东西，把它给您吧。就像我过去拥有的一样，就给您了。”
What My Daughter Taught Me about Love
Robert Fulghum
The cardboard1 box is marked “The Good Stuff.” The box contains those odds and ends of personal treasures that have survived many bouts of clean-it-out-and-throw-it-away that seize me from time to time. A thief looking into the box would not take anything. But if the house ever catches on fire, the box goes with me when I run.
One of the keepsakes2 in the box is a small paper bag. Lunch sack. Though the top is sealed with duct tape, staples and several paper clips, there is a ragged rip in one side through which the contents may be seen.
This particular lunch sack has been in my care for maybe 14 years. But it really belongs to my daughter, Molly. Soon after she came of school age, she became an enthusiastic participant in packing lunches for herself, her brothers and me. Each bag got a share of sandwiches, apples, milk money and sometimes a note or a treat. One morning, Molly handed me two bags. One r
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令我惊奇的是，几天后，莫利再一次把那个袋子给了我。同样破烂的袋子里面装着同样的东西。我觉得是被原谅了，也得到了信任和爱，还有一个小小的、很舒服的父亲头衔。几个月以后，那个袋子会不时地出现在我的身边。我不明白，在某个特定的日子女儿为什么给我或不给我那个袋子。
后来，莫利把注意力转移到其他物品上，发现了其他的珍宝，对这个游戏失去了兴趣，她长大了。
我呢？一直保留着这个袋子。她是在一天早上给我的，后来就再没要回去。我也一直保留着。
破旧的纸袋放在一个盒子里。她还是个孩子时，曾说：“看，这是我得到的最好的东西，把它给您吧。就像我过去拥有的一样，就给您了。”
What My Daughter Taught Me about Love
Robert Fulghum
The cardboard1 box is marked “The Good Stuff.” The box contains those odds and ends of personal treasures that have survived many bouts of clean-it-out-and-throw-it-away that seize me from time to time. A thief looking into the box would not take anything. But if the house ever catches on fire, the box goes with me when I run.
One of the keepsakes2 in the box is a small paper bag. Lunch sack. Though the top is sealed with duct tape, staples and several paper clips, there is a ragged rip in one side through which the contents may be seen.
This particular lunch sack has been in my care for maybe 14 years. But it really belongs to my daughter, Molly. Soon after she came of school age, she became an enthusiastic participant in packing lunches for herself, her brothers and me. Each bag got a share of sandwiches, apples, milk money and sometimes a note or a treat. One morning, Molly handed me two bags. One r