My stomach dropped as Mrs. Nelson said, “This is just a reminder that tomorrow is the Open Day!”
I hoped Mom to be free tomorrow so Dad would not have to come. What would people think of him? I put all negative thoughts aside with the determination that Mom would be able to come, and that was the end of it!
When arriving home, I walked in the kitchen and smelled fresh bread. It was one of Mom’s baking days! She greeted with her usual warmth, asking. “Well, hello there! How was your day?” “Nothing special. It was just another day,” I replied casually. Hearing this, her face showed her disappointment, but then here yes kept probing(探查) mine trying to read if I was being honest. It worked. She saw there was something on my mind. “Heidi, are you sure you have no news for me?” she continued.
I explained that tomorrow was the Open Day. And Dad was walking in the backdoor just in time to hear the news. I quickly asked Mom, “You are free, aren’t you?”
“Sorry dear, Ⅰ have made lots of arrangements for tomorrow. Maybe Dad will be willing to go.”
“Do you want me to come with you, Heidi?” Dad asked with a smile, “I would really love that!”
“Sure, Dad. That would be cool,” I said. But Dad really did not notice my lack of enthusiasm as his face brightened and he started talking about how much fun it was going to be.
I loved Dad’s optimism and enthusiasm. He had made life so exciting and adventurous for the family and I adored him for it. But would people see him the way I saw him? His thin body with practically bald(秃的) head was not exactly what my friends would consider a “cool dad”. Dad was also much older than most of my fiends’ parents. Their dads would be professional businessmen, doctors, dentists, or engineers. Dad was a draftsman(绘图员)and he worked in an office at home.
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Well, whether I liked it or not, the next morning came.
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When we arrived,we walked into my class.
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“This is the very best part of carving pumpkins!” Jackson said. He was at the kitchen sink with Dad and they both had their hands in bowls of pumpkin seeds. Dad turned the water on to wash the seeds in his bowl, while Jackson squeezed a handful of seeds in his hand and watched the seeds squeeze through his closed fist.
“The very best part is eating the golden roasted seeds!” Dad said, asking Jackson to tip the wet clean seeds onto a dish towel stretched across the counter near the sink.
“I always love eating seeds! But how to roast them? Did you look it up on YouTube?” Jackson asked. Dad laughed and shook his head. “No. Your Grandpa and I used to do this together. Right here at this same sink!”
Jackson was amazed. Dad continued as he washed the seeds. “We carved the pumpkins just the same way we do now. Maybe someday you will be standing here and washing pumpkin seeds with your son.”
The next day, Dad and Jackson were back in the kitchen and by the window the seeds were dry, bathed in the warm sunlight. Dad placed two large cookie sheets and a large mixing bowl on the table, the same bowl that he and Grandpa used to use.
“I bet you miss your parents a lot, huh?” Jackson said while watching Dad bringing a measuring cup with melted butter to the table. “Yes. I do. Whenever someone you love dies, you always miss them. But you also have lots of good memories to remember and those make you happy,” Dad said, pouring the butter into the mixing bowl. Jackson picked up some salt and dumped it in. Dad then poured some olive oil in.
“Grab a spoon and stir all of this,” Dad told Jackson as he turned the oven on. “Now, all we have to do is put all of the seeds in the bowl and mix them up until they are all covered with the oil, butter, and salt mixture. Then we can put the seeds on the cookie sheets and then put them in the oven.”
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Jackson began to roast the seeds with Dad, expecting the familiar taste.
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“I just realized something too, Dad,” Jackson said while enjoying the seeds.
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When I looked closely at the face of my 23-year-old son, Brian, in the doorway, we were saying goodbye. In a few hours he would be flying to France. It was a transitional (过渡的) time in Brian’s life, a passage from college into the adult world. I wanted to leave him some words that would have some meaning, some significance beyond the moment. But nothing came from my lips.
No sound broke the stillness of my beachside home. I stood frozen and quiet, looking into the searching eyes of my son, which I knew was not the first time I had let such a moment pass.
When Brian was five, I took him to the school bus stop on his first day of kindergarten. I felt the tension in his hand holding mine as the bus turned the corner. I saw color flush (发红) his cheeks as the bus pulled up. He looked at me—as he did now. “What is it going to be like, Dad? Can I do it? Will I be OK?” Then he walked up the bus steps and disappeared inside. The bus drove away, and I said nothing.
A decade later, a similar scene played itself out. I drove him to college in Virginia. As I started to make the trip home, I tried to think of something to say to give him courage and confidence as he started this new phase of life. I left, only mumbling (咕哝) “Hope you feel better, Brian.”
I once told Brian about my great regret that I didn’t take a year off to travel. Brian thought about this. After graduation, he worked as a waiter, a bike messenger and a painter. Now he had enough money for Paris. The night before he left, I tossed and turned (辗转难眠) in bed. I was trying to figure out something to say. Nothing came. Maybe it wasn’t necessary to say anything.
How many times have we all let such moments pass? What does it matter over the course of a lifetime if a father never tells a son what he really thinks of him?
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But as I stood before Brian, I knew that it does matter.
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Hearing this, Brian came toward me and threw his arms around me.
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I awoke in the night to find my husband, Marty, gently rocking our baby son, Noah. I stood for a moment in the doorway, watching this amazing man with whom I was so blessed to share my life, lovingly stroke Noah’s fat pink cheeks in an effort to comfort him. I felt in my heart that something was seriously wrong with Noah. This was one of several nights Noah had been up, burning with a high fever.
Tears filled my eyes as I watched Marty move Noah’s little cheek up against his own chest, so that Noah could feel the vibrations of his voice. Noah is deaf. Learning to comfort him has brought on a whole new way of thinking for us. We relied on our voices, audio toys, and music to comfort our other children. But with Noah, we need to use touch, sight, the feel of our voices, and most importantly, the use of sign language to communicate emotions and a sense of comfort to him. Marty made the sign for “I love you” with his hand and I saw a tear roll down his cheek as he placed Noah’s tiny, weak hand on top of his.
We had taken Noah to the doctor more times than I can remember. It had been a week and a half and Noah’s fever remained very high and very dangerous, despite everything the doctor or we had tried. I knew in my soul the way only a mother can know, that Noah was in trouble.
I gently touched Marty’s shoulder and we looked into each other’s eyes with the same fear and knowledge that Noah’s wasn’t getting any better. I offered to take over for him, but he shook his head. When morning finally came, we called the doctor and were told to bring him in again. We already knew that he would probably put Noah in the hospital. So, we made arrangements for the other children, packed bags for all three of us, and tearfully drove to the doctor’s office once again. Our hearts filled with dread, we waited in a small room, different from the usual examining room we had become used to.
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Our doctor finally came in, saying that Noah had to be admitted to the hospital right now.
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The next morning, a resident doctor came over to tell us that Noah just had a severe cold.
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不同的经历给人不一样的感受，也让人有不同的收获。
请以“一次________的经历” 为主题 (空格处可以填写一个形容词，如难忘的、尴尬的、愉快的，等等)，描述你生活中的一件事情，并谈谈你的感受。
1. 建议选择两到三个方面的细节来支撑文章主旨;
2. 细节的选择需要包括感官细节和人物对话。
3. (文中不得出现考生姓名，学校等真实信息)
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1.张桂梅，云南省丽江华坪女子中学的创办人和校长。2021年6月29日，她被授予中国共产党党内最高荣誉--------七一勋章。
2．1957年出生在黑龙江，17岁时来到云南支教, 经过努力她于2008年建立了第一所免费女子高中。40多年来，她累计将1800多名贫困女孩送入了大学。
3.坚韧、倔强，有决定心的她倾尽全力地付出，为贫困地区的教育做出了巨大的贡献。
4 .她是人人称颂的英雄，是时代的楷模。
Notes：华坪女子中学Huaping High School for girls；
中国共产党党内最高荣誉------七一勋章the highest honor of CPC----the July 1st medal；
