The conjecture was tested. I'm not in the dark.
"Your parents are still alive."
"What?"
Ann was obviously stunned and turned her attention from the line.
"Your parents are alive." I repeated. By this time I had changed my original plan and decided in my mind.
The straight line belongs to man, the curve to God.
But the curvature of the line depends on our perspective, doesn't it?
Ann stood there blankly, her little face screwed up, still digesting what I said.
I was still not sure what she thought, and although I could list a few different possibilities, I decided not to say anything until she spoke up.
"And where is she now? And my father..."
You'll know all about it in time.
"You can only ask one question."
Found me a little impatient, she leng for a while, remembered what, then suddenly understand nodded.
The next second, I will be full of black line to see this little girl from the bag took out a bag of candy, smile happily handed over, proud of me winking, eyes flashing starlight.
Very smart for a young age.
I class class in hand of the bag, half-smile looked at her one eye: "do you think a bag of fruit sugar enough?"
And so it was
I looked at Ann's suddenly frozen face, trying to figure out how to tease her.
With her appeal, she began again: "How many sweets will that require?"
I took the glass jar out and placed it in front of her and tapped it.
I had never even seen a glass jar this big in a store. It was almost as tall as she was.
Ann became flabbergasted for a moment. She dropped her mouth and a word came out.
"... Are you joking, sir?"
I was excited a jump in the forehead, barely maintain the expression: "as long as you fill the candy, I will take you to see."
I'm not exaggerating. I do have the "ability" to show her.
After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "You only want my candy?"
"Well, and don't skip class again."
Then she gave a giggle. "Fine."
But who taught her to skip school anyway?
As I watched Ann leave the office, I thought of the little boy I had seen last time and curled my mouth.
He should have been taught a lesson!
The baby who cried when she was sad, the baby who prattered when she was happy, the child who begged for candy, the little girl whose teeth were bared by lemon sugar, can still be seen in Ann.
Mother is always more discipline of the child, the child was in a hurry I always can't stand the tears, in those big eyes began to accumulate water, has been defeated.
Those sweets will come back one day!
I thought of the oath I swore when I saw my child's mouth full of cavities, but the root of my teeth was somewhat astringent.
Two days later, she returned and handed me a small handful of fruit drops. She indicated the size of the glass jar and sighed, "When will I fill it up?"
I tossed the candy into the jar and casually said, "You can choose not to."
Ann did not say anything, but pouted and looked at her little hands and then at the contrasting jar.
She put the rest of the hands of a sugar in his mouth, eat very quiet: "No, I will give you sugar every day, you rest assured."
Doesn't that mean I'm stuck in the store every day? What about my collection? My heart was full of bitterness.
I struggled to say, "Why do you have to come every day? Come once a year... No, why don't you come back when you have a jar?"
She ignored me and said to herself, "No, I can't come here every day, not on weekends."
I tried to pretend I didn't hear it, but the sound kept coming into my ears.
After that, she really stopped by every day.
She seemed to be treating it like a nursery, walking in with a red satchel decorated with dancing figures.
At the beginning of some nervous, after putting down the bag began to sit down to write homework, found that I was looking at her, please smile.
After several attempts to dissuade her, I got used to this life and helped her with her lessons from time to time.
The only change was that I went from telling her to go home and save sugar to urging her to fill the jar.
To be honest, I kind of enjoy waiting for someone, because this person will actually show up. It's a wonderful feeling. It feels like the stomach has been gently poked, and the subtle feeling seems to disappear as if it never existed.
All the different styles she dug out of the closet were neatly placed on the outer layer, and her favorite owl clock was placed in the front. She would stand on tiptoe and lean her hands on the cabinet for a long time.
There was a small chair opposite my desk, and on the table were a number of fruit-shaped erasers; And the snacks she's been talking about the day before magically appear on the table the next day.
I even covered for her pta meeting...