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| miss719发表于：2010-3-9 14:56:52 |
A Special
Until last year bag making machinery, the greatest sorrow of my life was that my wife Alice and I couldn’t have any children. To make up for this in a small way, we always invited all the children on our street to our house each Christmas morning for breakfast.
We would decorate the house with snowflakes and angels in the windowsled street light, a nativity scene and a Christmas tree in the living room, and other ornaments that we hoped would appeal to the children. When our young guests arrived—there were usually ten or fifteen of them—we said grace and served them such delicacies as orange juice garnished with a candy caneball valve. And after the meal we gave each of the youngsters a wrapped toy or gameGucci Shoes. We used to look forward to these breakfasts with the joyful impatience of children.
But last yearhid lights, about six weeks before Christmas, Alice died. I could not concentrate at work. I could not force myself to cook anything but the simplest dishes. Sometimes I would sit for hours without moving, and then suddenly find myself crying for no apparent reason.
I decided not to invite the children over for the traditional Christmas breakfast. But Kathy and PeterBlister packaging, my next door neighborsFan Motor, asked me to join them and their three children for dinner on Christmas Eve. As soon as I arrived and had my coat off, Kathy asked me, “Do you have any milk at your house?”
“Yestibet travel,” I replied. “If you need some, I’ll go right away.”
“Oh, that’s all right. Come and sit downchina travel. The kids have been waiting for you. Just give Peter your keys.”
So I sat downCheap designer handbags, prepared for a nice chat with eight-year-old Beth and six-year-old Jimmy. (Their little sister was upstairs sleeping.) But my words wouldn’t come. What if Beth and Jimmy should ask me about my Christmas breakfast? How could I explain to them? Would they think I was just selfish or self-pitying? I began to think they would. WorseDC motor, I began to think they would be right.
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