温馨夜读 PART2 03 The Gift 礼物

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[00:00.55]The Gift 礼物

[00:07.00]It was Christmas 1961. I was teaching in a small town in Ohio

[00:13.46]where my twenty-seven third graders eagerly anticipated the great day of gifts giving.

[00:19.37]Each day the children produced some new wonder—strings of popcorn 1, hand-made trinkets,

[00:26.70]and German bells made from wallpaper samples, which we hung from the ceiling.

[00:31.62]Through it all she remained aloof 2, watching from afar, seemingly miles away.

[00:38.29]I wondered what would happen to this quiet child, 

[00:42.16]once so happy, now so suddenly withdrawn 3.

[00:46.28]I hoped the festivities would appeal to her. But nothing did.

[00:51.42]The day of gift-giving finally came.

[00:54.49]We oohed and aahed over our handiwork as the presents were exchanged.

[00:59.85]Through it all, she sat quietly watching.

[01:03.13]I had made a special pouch 4 for her, red and green with white lace.

[01:08.49]I wanted very much to see her smile.

[01:11.56]She opened the package so slowly and carefully.

[01:15.93]I waited but she turned away.

[01:18.77]After school the children left in little groups, 

[01:23.05]but she lingered, watching them go out the door.

[01:26.10]I sat down to catch my breath, 

[01:28.86]hardly aware of what was happening when she came to me with outstretched hands,

[01:33.55]bearing a small white box, unwrapped and slightly soiled,

[01:38.47]as though it had been held many times by unwashed, childish hands.

[01:43.06]“For me?” I asked with a weak smile. 

[01:46.65]She said not a word, but nodded her head.

[01:49.74]I took the box and gingerly opened it. 

[01:53.31]There inside, glistening 5 green, lay a golden chain.

[01:57.94]In a flash I knew—she had made it for her mother, a mother she would never see again,

[02:04.94]a mother who would never hold her or brush her hair or share a funny story,

[02:10.09]a mother who would never again hear her childish joys or sorrows.

[02:15.12]A mother who had taken her own life just three weeks before.

[02:19.83]I held out the chain. She took it in both her hands, reached forward,

[02:25.19]and secured the simple clasp at the back of my neck.

[02:28.80]She stepped back then as if to see that all was well.

[02:33.17]I looked down at the golden chain, then back at the giver, 

[02:37.85]“Maria, it is so beautiful. She would have loved it.”

[02:42.47]Neither of us could stop the tears.

[02:45.65]She stumbled into my arms and we wept together.

[02:49.83]And for that brief moment I became her mother,

[02:53.52]for she had given me the greatest gift of all: herself.