Slowly Ethan poured the milk into the bowl so that the corn flakes rose above the rim just like Nick’s. He was a little unhappy as Nick, his big brother, would leave home for his college after breakfast. He asked Nick what he would have for his breakfast at college, who smiled, hugged the corn flake box and joked that he’d better take that together.
On the way to the airport, Mom dropped off Ethan at his school. Ethan was a little unhappy because he couldn’t go to see Nick off as it was class photo day. The brothers hugged each other good-bye. Nick grinned, softly reminding Nick to smile big for the camera. Ethan waved at the car until it turned the corner.
Ethan missed seeing his brother at breakfast every day. From time to time Nick sent photos home. One was of him studying in the library with a tall stack (堆) of books. Ethan stared at the photo for a long time. Nick was smiling, but he looked tired. Maybe it was hard to get enough sleep at college.
A couple of moths later, Mom decided to visit Nick for his birthday. Ethan started busily preparing his backpack. He packed a box of corn flakes. After thinking a long time, he found Nick’s pillow and tried to squish it into the backpack. Seeing that, Mom smiled saying Nick had everything he needed at college. Ethan got puzzled. Then what should I take? he wondered. It wasn’t long before Ethan found some scissors. He cut one of his new school photos and slid it into the pocket of his backpack.
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After a week Mom and Ethan arrived at Nick’s college.
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He woke suddenly and completely. It was 4 a. m. at Christmas, the hour when his father had always called him to get up and help with milking the cow. Strange how the habit of his youth was with him still, even his father had been dead for 40 years. The magic of Christmas for him was a long childhood past, and he was wondering why he felt so awake when his mind went back to his teenage years.
He was 15 years old then and still on his father’s farm. A few days before Christmas, he heard what his father was saying to his mother.
“Mary, I hate to call Rob in the mornings. He’s growing so fast, and he needs his sleep. I could manage alone.”
“Well, you can’t, Adam.” His mother replied. “Besides, he isn’t a child anymore. It’s time to take his turn.”
When he heard these words, something in him woke: his father loved him so much as had never been thought before. Now that he knew so, there would be no more lying in the mornings waiting to be called. He got up and pulled on his clothes.
On the night before Christmas, he lay thinking about the next day. They were poor, and most of the excitement was in the turkey raised themselves and the mince pies made by his mother. His sisters made presents, and he always saved and bought something for parents.
However, he wished, that Christmas he was fifteen, and that he had a better present for his father than before. He looked out of the window and saw Dad working in a stable. Then a thought struck him: why should he not give his father a special gift out there in the stable? He could get up earlier, quietly go into it and get all the milking done. Then when his father went in to start the milking, he’d see it all done.
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He had woken up twenty times in the night, looking at his watch for a proper time to start.
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He went back in his bedroom with only one minute to jump into bed before hearing his father get up.
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The buzzing cellphone threw Mike out of bed. Blue Monday again! He parted the curtain and grey skies greeted him. This worsened his mood. But a sweet smile spread over his face when he saw Helen sleeping soundly like a Snow White.
Opening the door gently, Mike walked outside and into the kitchen. It was a routine for him to cook breakfast early, for both he and his wife, Helen, were high school English teachers. Although they were already 52 years old, they always attended the first period starting at 7:30 on time, rain or shine. We can call them “empty nesters”, with their two kids Catherine and Amanda in key universities in Yorkshire. Two bottles of hot milk, two boiled eggs and pieces of bread were their calories. Then Mike awoke Helen, who was a great beauty even compared with the Helen in the Trojan War.
They finished their breakfast quickly before going downstairs to their car. With a turn of the key, the engine roared to life. It was shaking a little, as if feeling cold. The drive from home to school took roughly 30 minutes and Mike was driving fast, for there was little traffic. “Beautiful stars, huh?” Mike said. “Yeah. When we arc off work, beautiful stars will swim in front of eyes!” Helen replied jokingly. Teaching so many students was indeed a back-breaking job, especially for teachers of advanced years.
They arrived at the already crowded parking lot in the school. Finding a place to squeeze the car in, Mike was going when Helen reminded him that today was her birthday. “Oh, dear, I forgot it! I will make up with a big dinner,” Mike said apologetically and warmly. When she heard this, Helen’s face lit up and blossomed into a big smile.
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Time slipped by and it was time to go home.
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Just as they were eating, there came some knocks on the door.
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Mom and I walked side by side through the town. I was twelve years old, and dependent on her. She raised me by herself, and except for when I was at school, we were almost always together.
She was a nurse, but after my birth she quit her job to care for me. It was said that she was once one of the best nurses in a big local hospital. Recently she had returned to work there. She said she wanted to spend more time being with me, but she couldn’t.
I didn’t like her going back to work. She left at 5：45 am, which made me responsible for waking myself up, fixing breakfast and walking to the 7：30 am bus.
I hated being left home alone in the mornings, but I especially hated having to take the bus. Once I had missed it. I wasn’t only late to school, but I had also caused Mom to scramble to find someone else to drive me. After that, I was so worried about missing the bus that I left for the bus stop too early every day. I stood by myself before the other kids arrived, in wind, rain and snow, having to bear the embarrassment when crowded by adult passengers sometimes.
Mom worked the day shift so she could pick me up after school. Every time she didn’t go to the hospital, she would drive me both ways. Those were the best days.
On such a day, as we walked on the sidewalk, I saw an old man coming close to us. When he saw us, he suddenly showed a wide smile, but I didn’t recognize him. “Leigh! Leigh!” he said, calling my mother’s name. My mother also greeted him cheerfully. He asked me whether I was the daughter of my mom. I said “yes”. “I didn’t know him and just looked at him, unsure of my role. “Well, it is very nice to meet you, young lady. I hope you know how lucky you are!” he said.
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Not knowing why he said so, I looked at him uncertainly.
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Mom said there was no need to thank her, but the man insisted.
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His father said, "All set, boy?" and Johnson nodded, picking up his gun with, awkward gloved bands. His father pushed open the door end they went out into the freezing dawn together.
Ordinarily Johnson would take out his camera to record the scenery, but not this morning. This was the morning, particularly sacred, when 14-year-old Johnson would go duck hunting for the first time.
However, he hated it, and had hated the whole idea since his father bought him a gun. But he was determined to go through with it. He loved his father, and wanted his approval more than anything in the world.
They came to a narrow and hidden place facing the bay. Johnson sat down nervously and waited. To reduce fear he took a picture of his father against the clean water. Then he put the camera hurriedly on the grass and picked up his gun.
Johnson got his gun ready. "I'll let you shoot first," his father said, loading his own gun. "You know, I've been waiting for a long time for this day. Just the two of us…" He broke off, bending forward, eyes narrowed. "There's a small fight heading this way now. Keep your head down. I'll give you the word”.
The sun came out. Johnson could see everything clearly: his father's face, tense and eager, the white frost on the gun. His heart was beating wildly. He prayed, "Don't let them come, please!"
But they kept coming. "Four black," his father said. "One mallard (绿头鸭)." High above, Johnson heard the pulsing whistle of wings as the fight began to circle. The mallard was leading, his feet dropping down, reaching for the silver-colored water. Closer, clos…"Get set," his father whispered.
"Now!” cried Johnson's father. "Take them!”
Johnson felt his body obey. He stood up, holding the gun. In the same instant, the wild ducks saw the gunners and flew. "Shoot!" said something sharply in Johnson's brain. But up went the mallard higher still, until suddenly it caught the full force of the wind and flew away, out of range.
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His father asked in a controlled voice, "Why didn't you shoot?"
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To Johnson's surprise, his father was handing the camera to him.
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Kathy's family vacation to the beach was usually the highlight of her summer. This year, however, her parents announced a new rule: no phones for the entire week.
“But my friends will be expecting updates about the trip, "Kathy complained. Kathy's mom gave her a serious look. Unwillingly, Kathy handed her phone over and her mom locked it away.
The drive to the beach house took most of the day. As they turned off the highway onto country back roads, the clouds darkened. Rain started to pour. "Even more beautiful in the rain," her mother said. " What do you think, Kathy?" Kathy glared at her mom. "Beautiful, "she muttered.
That night after dinner, Kathy wandered into the kitchen, where her father was washing dishes. She gave her father a loving look and said in her sweetest voice, "Couldn’t I have my phone back, just for one second? Just so I can tell everyone what an amazing time I'm having?”
“Can't, "he said. "It's not here. Remember?" Kathy was very annoyed. Having nothing better to do, she examined the dusty bookcase in the living room. The books looked as dull as the weather. On the top shelf, however, she spotted a puzzle. She took it, emptied the pieces on the table, and began to sort them.
After what seemed like a few minutes, she looked up. It was past ten o'clock. She had been working for almost two hours! She yawned. The puzzle was less than half done, but she was exhausted. So, she went to bed.
When Kathy awoke the next morning, she jumped out of bed and threw open the curtains. A blazing sun was rising over the blue ocean. The sky was cloudless. The scene reminded Kathy of a photo that her friend betty had recently sent her.
This view was even better. It would leave everyone speechless. Kathy dashed to her bedside table and reached for her phone. But there was nothing there. She sighed. Still, she wandered in front of the window, admiring the sunrise.
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After a quick breakfast, Kathy headed to the beach.
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Appreciating the finished puzzle, she realized she hadn't thought of her cellphone for hours.
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It was a beautiful sunny day, and Mary and I were playing in her new basement because it was so hot outside. The two of us were best friends, so we naturally did what best friends do-we did everything together. We went camping together, trusted each at her and always stuck up for each other.
But that day, something changed. I'll never forget the look on Mary's face when she knocked over her mother's favorite vase that was on the table. The flowers and vase crashed to the floor, and the vase cracked into tons of tiny little pieces. I looked at Mary and said, “There's no way to fix this!”
Mary burst into tears. “What am I going to do? What am I going to say?” She looked at me while she wiped her tears and asked, “Can you say that you did it?”
I was shocked. I didn't know what to do or say, and I started to pace back and forth. “Okay, I'll do it.” I said.
That very second, her mother came downstairs to ask about the loud noise she had just heard. Mary said, “Mom, we were sitting on the couch, and Michelle put her feet on the table and knocked on the vase.”
Her mother looked at me and shook her head. “I don't know how many times I have to tell you girls, you don't put your feet on the table.”
I apologized to Mary's mother and told her I would buy her a new vase. She said not to worry, but us be more careful. I felt so bad. I knew that I had kept Mary out of trouble, but I also felt that it wasn't right. I didn't go over to Mary's for a few days, and she didn't come to my house, either. I was busy cleaning and doing extra chore (杂活)
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Finally I earned enough money and set out to buy Mary's mother a new vase.
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The twins, Jenna and Jeff, were good at most things. Their dad was good at most things, too. But there was one thing the twins and Dad were not good at—that was chores. It wasn’t that Dad and the twins didn’t want to do their chores. It was just that they always seemed to have reasons not to do them. And they had such good excuses.
“You’re right, my dear,” said Mum. “The grass does need cutting. But a spider has spun a wonderful web on the lawn mower and I haven’t the heart to put all her hard work to waste.”
“Mum,” said Jenna, “I know it’s my week to put up my cards. It’s just that I’m waiting for them to dry. They’ll be easier to scoop up that way.”
“Mum,” said Jeff, “may I skip setting the table tonight? There’s a TV show on the Ice Age, and I have to do a report on the Beast of Baluchistan.”
There were also the endless quarrels about who did what and who got the easy job. Mum sighed. If only Dad and the twins were as good at doing their chores as they were at arguing about them, life would be easier. Talking of chores, Mum thought instead of pushing them for chores, it would be a lot easier to do them herself. And that was what she did. She put away all cards and set and cleared the table. She chased the dust bunnies from under the furniture and cleaned up the twins’ messy room.
The twins did pick up and put away things occasionally. Dad did cut the grass once in a while. Not surprisingly, things began to slide. Everybody got a little unhappy, especially Mum, who spent much time doing chores. Something had to be done. But what?
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Mum decided to host a family meeting.
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Living in all that messy build-up wasn’t much fun.
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One Saturday afternoon, I was watching TV in the living room with my grandpa when a blinding flash of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening sound, and the pictures on TV disappeared with that sound. Before I realized what had happened, a gray-white shadow rushed in through the open window and flew over my head. Bang! It hit the wall and slid off to the floor. Shaking with fear, I approached it cautiously and saw that it was a pigeon. It looked at me in fear, trying to open its wings and struggling its feet, but apparently powerless.
So I called my grandpa and immediately set out to give it a helping hand. Taking it in my hands, I felt a few drops of warmth on my hands. It was blood! I gently spread its wings and there were a few red feathers inside. “Don’t worry. We’ll get it out alive,” Grandpa said to me. Then he got the first-aid kit. With some cotton, we dried the blood, cleaned the wound and then put it under a hairdryer to dry. All went smoothly, for the pigeon had no strength left to resist. There happened to be an empty birdcage at home, so I put it in gently and added a little water and some grains.
For the next few days, the moment I got home from school, I would run to feed the pigeon. And Grandpa helped a lot, tidying up the cage daily. Little by little, its strength returned. One evening, I fed it with the biscuit I was eating. It enjoyed it! One week later, its wound almost healed (痊愈); its feathers grew and it became brave. Whenever I sat at the table eating biscuits, it looked up at me, cooing (咕咕地叫) constantly. To my joy, I could also reach into the cage to touch it. When I gently fingered its head, it playfully pecked (啄) at me. Finally it completely recovered. But every time I was with it, it seemed restless in the cage. To make it happy and pretty, I tied an orange string (线)around its leg.
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One day, however, when I returned home, Grandpa met me at the door, looking embarrassed.
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Sure enough, I saw a pigeon flying into the house the next afternoon!
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It was the night before Christmas and Rob was lying in bed, thinking about the next day. His family was poor, living entirely on the farm they ran, and most of the excitement of Christmas was in the turkey they had raised themselves and pumpkin pies his mother made. He rolled over to look at his old watch—it was two o'clock. Three hours later, his father would call him to get up, even if it was Christmas.
His father never talked about loving him—he had no time for such things. There was always so much to do on the farm. “Or, maybe, he just doesn’t love me,” Rob thought. He had a reason to think so. At 5 o'clock every morning, his father would call him to get up and help with the farm work. He had to go to the barn (畜棚) to hold the milking pails (挤奶桶) steadily when his father was milking the cows. He had to help put the tools in place and do the cleaning after the milking. He hated it that he had to do all these things at so early time.
He was not the only one awake at this night. He heard his parents whispering in the next room. “Mary, I hate to call Rob in the mornings. He’s growing so fast and he needs his sleep. If you could see how he sleeps when I go in to wake him up! I wish I could manage alone.”
“Well, you can’t, Adam.” His mother’s voice was gentle, “Besides, he isn’t a child anymore. It’s time he took his turn.”
“Yes,” his father said slowly. “But I do hate to wake him.”
When he heard these words, something in him spoke: his father loved him! He had never thought of that before, taking for granted the tie of their blood. Now that he knew his father loved him, he had to do something different on this Christmas. He did save and buy them each something every year, but he wished he had a better present for his father instead of the usual tie from the ten-cent store.
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A good idea suddenly struck him.
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It being almost five, he rushed back to his room and jumped into bed, waiting to be woken up.
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