女儿的午餐袋（3）（2/2）
《美丽英文》作者：方雪梅 2017-04-14 12:47
the wadded ball of brown paper into a semifunctional bag and put the treasures inside. I carried it home gingerly5, like an injured kitten. The next evening, I returned it to Molly. No questions asked, no explanations offered.
After dinner I asked her to tell me about the stuff in the sack, and so she took it all out a piece at a time and placed the objects in a row on the dining room table. Everything had a story, a memory or was attached to dreams and imaginary friends. I managed to say, “I see” very wisely several times. And, as a matter of fact, I did see.
To my surprise, Molly gave the bag to me once again several days later. Same ratty bag. Same stuff inside. I felt forgiven. And trusted. And loved. And a little more comfortable wearing the title of Father. Over several months, the bag went with me from time to time. It was never clear to me why I did or did not get it on a given day.
In time Molly turned her attention to other things—found other treasures, lost interest in the game, grew up.
Me？ I was left holding the bag. She gave it to me one morning and never asked for its return. And so I have it still.
The worn paper sack is there in the box. Left from a time when a child said,“ Here—this is the best I’ve got—take it—it’s yours. Such as I have, give I to thee. ”
After dinner I asked her to tell me about the stuff in the sack, and so she took it all out a piece at a time and placed the objects in a row on the dining room table. Everything had a story, a memory or was attached to dreams and imaginary friends. I managed to say, “I see” very wisely several times. And, as a matter of fact, I did see.
To my surprise, Molly gave the bag to me once again several days later. Same ratty bag. Same stuff inside. I felt forgiven. And trusted. And loved. And a little more comfortable wearing the title of Father. Over several months, the bag went with me from time to time. It was never clear to me why I did or did not get it on a given day.
In time Molly turned her attention to other things—found other treasures, lost interest in the game, grew up.
Me？ I was left holding the bag. She gave it to me one morning and never asked for its return. And so I have it still.
The worn paper sack is there in the box. Left from a time when a child said,“ Here—this is the best I’ve got—take it—it’s yours. Such as I have, give I to thee. ”