1 . I was about 13. My father frequently took me on short outings on Saturdays. Sometimes we went to a park, or to a marina (码头) to look at boats. My favorites were trips to junk stores，where we could admire old electronic stuff. Once in a while we would buy something for 50 cents just to take it apart.
On the way home from these trips, Dad frequently stopped at the Dairy Queen for l0cent ice cream cones. Not every single time: just often enough. I couldn't expect it, but I could hope and pray from the time we started heading home to that critical corner where we would either go straight for the ice cream or turn and go home empty handed. That corner meant either mouthwatering excitement or disappointment.
A few times my father teased me by going home the long way. “I'm just going this wry for variety.” he would say, as we drove by the Dairy Queen without stopping. It was a game, and I was well fed, so we’re not talking torture (折磨) here.
On the best days he would ask, in a tone that made it sound novel and spontaneous, “Would you like an ice cream cone?” and I would say, “That sounds great, Dad!” I’d always have chocolate and he’d have vanilla. He would hand me 20 cents and I would run in to buy the usual. We'd eat them in the car. I loved my dad and I loved ice cream — so that was heaven.
On one fateful day, we were heading home, and I was hoping and praying for the beautiful sound of his offer. It came. “Would you like an ice cream cone today?” “That sounds great, Dad!”
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But then he said, “It sounds good to me too, Son. How would you like to treat today?”
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My father just said, “Okay, Son.”
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After 20 years as a full-time wife and mother, I decided to be a school bus driver for I loved kids. When I think about my years of bus driving, many things crowd in, but mostly, I remember Charlie.
Charlie, eight years old, with blond hair and crystalline gray eyes, began riding my bus in September of my fourth year driving. They all had stories to tell me about their summers. Charlie, though, ignored me. He didn’t even answer when I asked his name.
From that day on, Charlie was a trial. If a fight broke out, I didn’t have to turn my head to know who had started it. If a girl was crying, chances were Charlie had pulled her hair. No matter how I spoke to him, gently or firmly, he wouldn’t say a word. He’d just stare at me with those big gray eyes of his.
I later found out Charlie’s father was dead and he didn’t live with his mother. He deserves my patience, I thought. To my cheery “Good Morning”, he was silent. When I wished him a happy Halloween, he sneered (冷笑). Still I was sure that this child needed to feel some warmth from me. So, when he’d pass by, I’d pat him on the arm or sometimes gave him a hug.
Toward the end of that year, the kids on my bus gave me a small trophy inscribed (刻) “To the Best Bus Driver Ever”. I propped it up on the dashboard (仪表盘). On top I hung a small tin heart that a little girl had given me. In red paint she had written, “I love Polly and Polly loves me.”
The next day, I was delayed a few minutes talking to the principal. When I got on the bus I realized that the tin heart was gone. “Does anyone know what happened to the little heart that was up here?” I asked. For once with 39 children, there was silence.
One boy piped up, “Charlie was the first one on the bus. I bet he took it.” Other children joined the chorus, “Yeah! Charlie did it! Search him!”
I asked Charlie to come forward, stuck my hand into his pocket and immediately I felt it—the small tin heart. Charlie stared at me and seemed to be waiting for what he’d come to expect from the world. I was about to pull out the tin heart when I stopped myself. Let him keep it, a voice seemed to whisper.
“It must have fallen off before I got here,” I said to the kids. “I’ll probably find it back at the depot.” Without a word, Charlie returned to his seat. When he got off at his stop, he didn’t glance at me as usual.
That summer Charlie moved away.
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A dozen years after my retirement I was in a department store, when someone said, “Polly?”
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That night I thought over his words.
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My mom told me the story when I asked her about my hand. “The room was quiet, and you were quiet. I was waiting for you to cry. I asked if you were OK, but they were hesitant, the doctor and nurses. They said you were missing a hand." My mom told this to me with such complex（复杂的）feelings. My disability came as a surprise to my parents, but they took me home and treated me as any other child.
They knew I was an active child and took part in sports, music and everything a typical child would. They never let anything hold me back. That was their goal. However hard, they would help me. And with many kind people's help, I was able to receive prosthetics（义肢） that cost $1,000, at no cost.
Middle and high school brought about different challenges. Just like most girls, I struggled hard with self-respect for how I looked. I was not like other girls, and I was aware of that clearly. I lost my confidence as I questioned whether anyone would ever love me. Luckily, my worry was unnecessary.
My confidence was still shaking in my 20's as I became a mother. I had years to prepare everything, but I was also worried about the coming baby. Worse still, I felt my son would dislike me.
However, that all changed with one moment. It all happened when my son was around 6 years old. "She was born like that!" He responded loudly, standing protectively in front of me as I bent down to answer his little classmates' question.
It was a moment that lives on forever in my memory. My son freed me of questioning myself if I was a good enough mom for him. I was, I had always been. He knew it before I did. The pride in his voice showed me that I was just me.
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My son made me confident and I started sharing my story.
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When I wrote the passage, I seemed to talk with the teen—myself.
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