My heart burst at the sound of his dear, familiar voice.
I heard his amazement, “I pushed the buttons, and there you are!” I could almost see his blue eyes widening, and the golden froth of hair on his forehead, smell his teddy-bear scent, and feel his plump fingers snug around my thin ones.
Thank goodness for the telephone, I thought as we exchanged pretend hugs through the wires. Then I hung up and smiled as I turned back to my desk. I hadn’t lost him after all.
“你走后,我会非常想你的,”我小声说,想掩住嗓音里的哽塞。
30个月大的安迪斜倚在我起居室的小地毯上,递给我一个还没有核桃大的绿色塑料手提箱,问道:“你会来看我吗?”
“当然了,”我克制住喉咙的哽咽,用尽量坚定的语气说道。
“我会尽我所能跟你保持联系,”我心想,“但是,你还这么小,很快就会把我忘记了。”
那年我每周可以照看孙子三个下午,这是最后一个下午。我们在他妈妈的那辆陈旧的、红色塑料的环形火车里塞满长颈鹿、大象和猴子等玩具,然后把它们推到脚凳底下,假装它们下周也会跟他一起去密歇根。
随后我们像往常一样到街上散步。他沿着路边走边停,用棍子戳石头或拾起落叶。
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