I wasincredulous(怀疑的). How could she laugh at a time like this? I rolled over and faced her, ready to let her see the rage and disappointment in my eyes.
But my mother wasn't laughing at all. She was crying. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I let you down. I let my little boy down."
She sank down on the bed and began to weep like a little girl. I wasdumbstruck(吓得发懵的). I had never seen my mother cry. To my understanding, mothers weren't supposed to.
I desperately tried to recall her ownsoothing(抚慰的)words from times past when I'd skinned knees or stubbed toes, times when she knew just the right thing to say. But in this moment of tearfulplight(困境,境况), words of profundity abandoned me like a worn-out shoe.
"It's okay, Mom," I stammered as I reached out and gently stroked her hair. "We didn't even need those cookies. There was plenty of stuff to eat. Don't cry. It's all right. Really."
My words, as inadequate as they sounded to me, prompted my mother to sit up. She wiped her eyes, and a slight smile began to crease her tear-stained cheeks. I smiled backawkwardly(笨拙地), and she pulled me to her.
We didn't say another word. We just held each other in a long, silent embrace. When we came to the point where I would usuallypull away(离开,脱身), I decided that, this time, I could hold on, perhaps, just a little bit longer.
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