One of my wonderfulmemories is about a Christmas gift. Unlike other gifts, it came without Wrap (包装).
On September 11, 1958, Mumgave birth to Richard. After she brought him home from hospital, she put him inmy lap, saying, "I promised you a gift and here it is." What anhonor! I was four years old a month earlier and none of my friends had such ababy doll of their own. I played with it day and night. I sang to it. I told itstories, told it over and over how much I loved it!
One morning, however, Ifound its bed empty. My doll was gone! I cried for it. Mum was sad and told methat the poor little thing had been sent to a hospital. It had a fever. Forseveral days, I heard mum and Dad whispering such words as "hopeless","pitiful", and "dying", which sounded unlucky.
Christmas was coming. "Sally,don't expect any presents this year." Dad said, pointing at the socks Ihung in the living room. I'd never seen him cry before.
The phone rang early onChristmas morning. Dad jumped out of bed to answer it. From my bedroom I heardhim say, "What? he's all right?" He hung up and shouted upstairs. "Thehospital said we can bring Richard home!"
"Thank god!" Iheard Mum cry.
From the upstairs window, Iwatched my parents rush out to the car. I had never seen them so happy. And Iwas also full of joy. What a wonderful day! My baby doll would be home. I randownstairs. My socks still hung there. But I knew they were not empty: Theywere filled with love!
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