魔枕（2）
《美丽英文》作者：方雪梅 2017-04-14 12:47
魔枕（2）
“Daddy, you were going to take me to buy Mamma a present,” Becky, my eight-year-old daughter said, as she sadly walked over to the couch2 and sat down beside the babysitter.
Roy looked at his watch and realized that if we were to make our reservations, we had to leave right away. He didn’t even have a few minutes to take her to the corner drugstore, to buy a heart-shaped box of chocolate candy.
“I’m sorry, I was late getting home, honey,” he said.
“That’s ok,” Becky replied. “I understand.”
The entire evening was bittersweet. I couldn’t help being concerned about the disappointment in Becky’s eyes. I remembered how the joyful Valentine’s Day glow had left her face, just before the door closed behind us. She wanted me to know how much she loved me. She didn’t realize it, but I already knew it very well.
Today, I can’t remember what was wrapped in that beautiful box, which I swooned3 over for several days, but I’ll never forget the special gift, which I received when we arrived, back home.
Becky was asleep on the couch, clutching a box, which was sitting on her lap. When I kissed her cheek, she awoke. “I’ve got something for you, Mamma,” she said, as a giant smile covered
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“Daddy, you were going to take me to buy Mamma a present,” Becky, my eight-year-old daughter said, as she sadly walked over to the couch2 and sat down beside the babysitter.
Roy looked at his watch and realized that if we were to make our reservations, we had to leave right away. He didn’t even have a few minutes to take her to the corner drugstore, to buy a heart-shaped box of chocolate candy.
“I’m sorry, I was late getting home, honey,” he said.
“That’s ok,” Becky replied. “I understand.”
The entire evening was bittersweet. I couldn’t help being concerned about the disappointment in Becky’s eyes. I remembered how the joyful Valentine’s Day glow had left her face, just before the door closed behind us. She wanted me to know how much she loved me. She didn’t realize it, but I already knew it very well.
Today, I can’t remember what was wrapped in that beautiful box, which I swooned3 over for several days, but I’ll never forget the special gift, which I received when we arrived, back home.
Becky was asleep on the couch, clutching a box, which was sitting on her lap. When I kissed her cheek, she awoke. “I’ve got something for you, Mamma,” she said, as a giant smile covered