He is a mute, Although can understand others speech, Cannot say own actually feeling. She is his neighbor, The girl who is bound by a common destiny with the grandmother.
He really looks like an elder brother, Leads her to go to school, Accompanies her to play, Listens to her chirp with a smile grasps the speech.
He only uses the hand signal and she converses, Possible she to be able to read his each look. Gazes at in her vision from elder brother, She knew he has likes oneself.
Afterwards, She finally tests went to college, Extremely happy, He then starts to go all out to makemoney,Then sends continuously for her. She has not rejected.
Finally, She has graduated, Started the work. Then, she said firmly to him that, “Elder brother, Imust marryto you!” He looked like only the frightened rabbit to escape, again is not willing to seeher, how regardless ofshe does entreat.
Do you think i pity you? Do you think i appreciate you? no, i've fallen in love with you since iwas12。But, Shecan not obtain his reply.
One day, She has been admitted to the hospital suddenly. He has scared, Runs looks at him. Doctor said, In her throat steadily a lump, Although has excised, Destroyed the vocal cord actually, Possibly again also could not deliver the speech. On hospital bed, Her tearful eyes dance gaze he, Therefore they married.
Very many years, Nobody listens to them to deliver a speech. They use the hand, With pen, Converses with the look, Shares is joyful and is sad. They became have loved the object which the men and women envied. The people said,That pair of how happy mute husbands and wives!
Love could not prevent god of death arrival, he abandoned her to walk first.
The people feared she cannot undergo loses lover's attack to comfort her。By now, She takes back gazes at his portrait after-image the dull crazy vision, Opens the mouth to say suddenly that,“He walked.”
The rumor has revealed ...
Once upon a time, there was an island where all thefeelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge and allof the others, including Love. One day, it wasannounced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left,except for Love.
Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.
When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Lovesaid, "Richness, can you take me with you?"Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no placehere for you."
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please helpme!" "I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.
Sadness was closed by, so Love asked, "Sadness, Let me go with you." "Oh... Love, I am sosad that I need to be myself!"
Happiness passed by Love, too. But she was so happy that she did not even hear when Lovecalled her.
Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed andoverjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dryland, the elder went her own away.
Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helpedme?"
"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable ofunderstanding how valuable Love is."
My father met my mother in a poker game. He said she was the best bluffer he'd ever seen.She sat with 5 men at a table under an elm tree that shaded them from the hot Kansas city sun. Hey talent for subterfuge lay hidden behind her sHect. serene smile. She beat them all. My father couldn't take his eyes off her.
It was her company's annual picnic, and he walked her home. The next week, from his home in Chicago. he sent her a post card: Kernembcr me Please do. because be calling you one of these days.-David.
She still has that post card am not sure what made her save Though he already had his heart set on her. She hadn't chosen him yet, at least not consciously.
As my father often told us while we were growing up, it was blind luck that he was at the picnic that day.A salesman for a big electronics company. he was in town to meet with clients and happened to stop by the branch office that Saturday morning to make some calls. The telephone rang: it was the manager of a local radio station with whom my father had done some busines,. "Dave! Glad you're town!' he said, and invited him to come right over to their annual picnic.
My mother was a writer at that radio ,ration. If my tiithcr hadn't stopped by the office that morning, he told us, or if he'd gotten there two minutes later... we 癫痫发作的症状特点shivered with a delicious horror at the opportunity, the life-our lives- -that would have been missed.
My mother saw him when he was in town, but she dated other men, including a car salesman who entered our family lore. Soon after she inet my father, the car salesman gave her a watch for her birthday. In those days the gift of a watch meant the relationship as moving towards an engageement. But she returned the watch, and one night a few months later. she woke her mother and told her she was going to mmry Dave.
A few months after the wedding. my father was transferred east. They settled in New York, in the house where I grow up.
I was eight years old him when l met my fulurr husband. He was in high school,a friend of my brother's. I remember him only peripherally. as I was much more interested in my brother's other friend-Francois, a Swiss exchange student, dark. mysterious and polished.
15 years later the man I would eventually many came back to town for Christmas and stopped by my parents' house to pick up my brother for an evening out. When he saw me in the next room, he hissed, "Who is that''"
My brother looked at him strangely and said. 'It was Lisa.'
He walked into the roots, reintroduced himself and pretended he didn't know how to wrap his Christmas gifts. 1 pretended to believe and helped. He came around a lot over the next few days. "I don't know who he 's interested in,"my mother told me, "you or your sister." I knew. But later that week I flew across the country to spend New Year's Eve with another man. Though I'd been chosen, I wasn't ready to admit it yet.
If the timing had been different,the distance less daunting and my heart not already--albeit unknowingly--engaged,I could have ended up with that man whom I went off to visit.Or if not him,them with someone else.
Sometimes I think about at. How time ,weeps us along and puts us in a certain place where we're faced with one option or another , by chance and by the choice we make,we leave behind whole other live, we could have lived .full of different passions and joys, different problems and disappointments.
My father could have missed that picnic. Or my mother could have picked the car salesman She would have had other children and an entirely different future.
Other times--particularly w0hen I came home late to a sleeping house, nay husband and daughter curled around each other after drifting off during the third reading of Jane Yolen's Owl Moon-I thank about the lives we would not have had if chances or choices had brought us to a different place. And I shiver, much the way I did as a child at the story of my father's near miss, at the thought that I might have missed this life, this man, this child, this love.