苏珊·尤尼/SusanUnion
Mygirlisgoingtoschool.
However, Istillcouldseehowseveralweeksagothescenewasplayingitselfoutasclearlyasifithadbeenwritteninamoviescript.“Fivemoreminutes, honey, thenwehavetoleave.”Icalledtomyfive-year-olddaughter, , butthedeepblueseawasadifferentmatter.
Maybeshedidn’thearmecallinghernameabovetheroaroftheocean;maybeshedidhearandwasjustignoringme-itwasimpossibletotell.
“Hey, time’sup, wehavetogonow.”Sheturned, gavemea“seeya, Mom”.
“No!”shescreamed,“Idon’twanttoleave!”Shejerkedherarmawayfrommeandpushedherlittlebodyaway.
, firmlythistime, , .
, unabletotakeabreath.
“Comeon!”, !Nowthatwewereoutofthesurf, .“I’msosorry, .”Islippedherthongsonhertremblingfeet.
, andIwasbackonthebeach, , , .
I’.
, , hoveringwitharmsoutstretchedlikeagiantbear.
Whenshewastwo, , wheneverIheardhertinylittlevoiceoverthelong-distancephonelines, myvoicecrackedsobadlythatIcouldhardlyanswerherback.
Andthispastsummer, ’sheatgrewmoreoppressive, ,“Mom, let’sgotothepark, let’sgotothebeach, let’sgototheWildAnimalPark, let’sgo, let’sgo, let’sgo!”
Whythetearsthen?Istoppedwalkingandsatonaroughrock, , , ’, pickaCDandsingatthetopofmylungs.
Thetruthis, I’dmisshavingherbymyside.I’dbecomeusedtohavingaconstantcompanionforthepastfiveyears.“Don’tworry, Mom, we’llstillhaveourafternoonstogether.”shehadreassuredmeatthebreakfasttablethatmorning.
Withthatthoughtinmind, , myangel, Iwaslookingforwardtospendingthewonderfulafternoontogether.
女儿就要上学了。
