第一章 有一种爱叫放手（26）（2/2）
《世界上最温情的故事》作者：吴文智 2017-04-14 12:57
at grew more oppressive, I got listless but she became more spirited. Every day I heard, “Mom, let’s go to the park, let’s go to the beach, let’s go to the Wild Animal Park, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.”
Why the tears then? I stopped walking and sat on a rough rock, on a lovely beach on a glorious day feeling miserable. I should be happy, I thought. No more incessant chatter bombarding me twelve hours a day. Now I could think free, uncluttered thoughts in a stream of connected ideas. I would be free to go back to school or start the business I’d been thinking about. I could go shopping by myself. I could roll up the windows in my car, pick a CD and sing at the top of my lungs.
The truth is, I’d miss having her by my side. I’d become used to having a constant companion for the past five years. “Don’t worry, Mom, we’ll still have our afternoons together.” she had reassured me at the breakfast table that morning.
With that thought in mind, I collected my things off the beach and headed for my car. It was time to go pick up my baby—from her first day of school. Oh, my angel, I was looking forward to spending the wonderful afternoon together.
女儿就要上学了。
然而，我还清晰地记得几个星期前的情景，它就像被写在电影剧本里一样在我眼前浮现。“宝贝，再玩五分钟，五分钟过后我们就得走了。”我对五岁的女儿喊道。她已经在太平洋里嬉闹了一个小时了。尽管她是游泳池中的高手，但是在这深蓝色的海洋里就不尽然了。
或许是游在海洋咆哮声中的她没有听到我喊她的名字，或许她听到了，只是不在意我的话——这很难说得清楚。
Why the tears then? I stopped walking and sat on a rough rock, on a lovely beach on a glorious day feeling miserable. I should be happy, I thought. No more incessant chatter bombarding me twelve hours a day. Now I could think free, uncluttered thoughts in a stream of connected ideas. I would be free to go back to school or start the business I’d been thinking about. I could go shopping by myself. I could roll up the windows in my car, pick a CD and sing at the top of my lungs.
The truth is, I’d miss having her by my side. I’d become used to having a constant companion for the past five years. “Don’t worry, Mom, we’ll still have our afternoons together.” she had reassured me at the breakfast table that morning.
With that thought in mind, I collected my things off the beach and headed for my car. It was time to go pick up my baby—from her first day of school. Oh, my angel, I was looking forward to spending the wonderful afternoon together.
女儿就要上学了。
然而，我还清晰地记得几个星期前的情景，它就像被写在电影剧本里一样在我眼前浮现。“宝贝，再玩五分钟，五分钟过后我们就得走了。”我对五岁的女儿喊道。她已经在太平洋里嬉闹了一个小时了。尽管她是游泳池中的高手，但是在这深蓝色的海洋里就不尽然了。
或许是游在海洋咆哮声中的她没有听到我喊她的名字，或许她听到了，只是不在意我的话——这很难说得清楚。