心 声（2/2）
《穿过爱的时光》作者：杨柳青 2017-01-24 02:12
tood up, holding my breath. She showed me my baby. “My son,” I whispered. The little guy screamed, “Waaaaaaaaah!”
But in my heart, I heard him cry out, “Daaaaaaad!” I don’t care if everyone in that room will swear they didn't hear my baby say that.
I called him, “My son,” and he called me “Dad,” and that’s that.
People ask me, “What did I feel at that moment?” I can’t even begin to answer. I’m a writer-yet I grope for2 the right words. Joyful isn’t powerful enough. Bliss isn’t sweet enough. Peaceful isn’t calm enough. Happy isn’t intense enough.
After my son was whisked3 away to the nursery4, I sat down and shut my eyes. But tears escaped them anyway. Then, out of the blue, my 80-year-old father entered, and we embraced.
“Dad,” I whispered.
“My son,” my heart heard him saying.
Suddenly, the past 33 years folded into the present and I was now the baby bundled5 in white, with my father standing over me.
“My son.” I imagined him saying.
“Daaaaaaaaaad!” I cried my little lungs out.
At that point, I knew I was going to be a great father. The old man in front of me seemed to agree. He smiled and we walked out of the room in search of the tiny human being that would change our lives for ever.
But in my heart, I heard him cry out, “Daaaaaaad!” I don’t care if everyone in that room will swear they didn't hear my baby say that.
I called him, “My son,” and he called me “Dad,” and that’s that.
People ask me, “What did I feel at that moment?” I can’t even begin to answer. I’m a writer-yet I grope for2 the right words. Joyful isn’t powerful enough. Bliss isn’t sweet enough. Peaceful isn’t calm enough. Happy isn’t intense enough.
After my son was whisked3 away to the nursery4, I sat down and shut my eyes. But tears escaped them anyway. Then, out of the blue, my 80-year-old father entered, and we embraced.
“Dad,” I whispered.
“My son,” my heart heard him saying.
Suddenly, the past 33 years folded into the present and I was now the baby bundled5 in white, with my father standing over me.
“My son.” I imagined him saying.
“Daaaaaaaaaad!” I cried my little lungs out.
At that point, I knew I was going to be a great father. The old man in front of me seemed to agree. He smiled and we walked out of the room in search of the tiny human being that would change our lives for ever.