爱的礼物（2）（2/2）
《美丽英文》作者：方雪梅 2017-04-14 12:47
my sister was handing me a small package. “It’s from me,” she whispered with a shy smile.
With trembling fingers, I slowly opened the package, carefully preserving the green bow. Inside, I found my sister’s favorite necklace. It was a small heart on a golden chain. She had received the present from our grandfather two years before. My eyes filled at the sight. Santa’s note was forgotten.
She put her arm around me.“He was going to give you one this year, but—” she stopped, and carefully wiped her eyes, “he just did not get a chance.” He had died on Easter morning—the heart attack had been a harsh shock to our f***ly. Our mother still cried quietly when she thought no one was watching. My sister squared5 her slender shoulders with a brave air. “So, I thought you might like to have mine.”
I held the necklace as if it were made of the finest gold in the world. It seemed to shine even brighter than the lights on our tree.
“Let me help you,” she said as she moved to put the necklace around my neck.
The small heart felt warm against my skin, almost like it was alive. In my mind, I could see my grandfather. He’d loved Christmas, and he had always given each of us a special surprise on Christmas day.
“Consider this his surprise,” my sister told me as if she’d read my mind.
I grabbed her hand and held onto her with all of the strength that I possessed.
When our parents finally made their way into the den two hours later, they saw a beautiful Christmas tree, a dozen unopened gifts, and two sisters holding each other tightly.
With trembling fingers, I slowly opened the package, carefully preserving the green bow. Inside, I found my sister’s favorite necklace. It was a small heart on a golden chain. She had received the present from our grandfather two years before. My eyes filled at the sight. Santa’s note was forgotten.
She put her arm around me.“He was going to give you one this year, but—” she stopped, and carefully wiped her eyes, “he just did not get a chance.” He had died on Easter morning—the heart attack had been a harsh shock to our f***ly. Our mother still cried quietly when she thought no one was watching. My sister squared5 her slender shoulders with a brave air. “So, I thought you might like to have mine.”
I held the necklace as if it were made of the finest gold in the world. It seemed to shine even brighter than the lights on our tree.
“Let me help you,” she said as she moved to put the necklace around my neck.
The small heart felt warm against my skin, almost like it was alive. In my mind, I could see my grandfather. He’d loved Christmas, and he had always given each of us a special surprise on Christmas day.
“Consider this his surprise,” my sister told me as if she’d read my mind.
I grabbed her hand and held onto her with all of the strength that I possessed.
When our parents finally made their way into the den two hours later, they saw a beautiful Christmas tree, a dozen unopened gifts, and two sisters holding each other tightly.