看不见的线Love Is Just a Thread（1/2）

佚名/Anonyo

Sotis I really doubt whether there is love beeen y parents.Every day they are very by tryg to earn oneyorder to pay the high tuition for y brother and .They don’t actthe roantic ways that I readbooks or I see on TV.In their opion,“I love you”is too xurio for the to say.Sendg flowers to each other on Valente’s Day is eve of the question.Fally y father has a bad teper.When he’s very tired fro the hard work, it is easy for hi to lose his teper.

One day, y other was seg a quilt.I silently sat down beside her and looked at her.

“Mo, I have a question to ask you,”I said after a while.

“What?”she replied, still dog her work.

“Is there love beeen you and Dad?”I asked hera very low voice.

My other sped her work and raised her head with surpriseher eyes.She didn’t answer idiately.Then she bowed her head and o sew the quilt.

I was very worried becae I thought I had hurt her.I wasa great ebarrassnt and I didn’t know what I should do.But at st I heard y other say the follog words:

“San,”she said thoughtfully,“look at this thread.Sotis it appears, but ost of it disappearsthe quilt.The thread really akes the quilt strong and durable.If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread.Ithardly be seen anywhere or anyti, but it’s really there.Love is side.”

I listened carefully but I uldn’t uand her until thesprg.At that ti, y father suddenly got sick serioly.My other had to stay with hithe hospital for a onth.When they returned fro the hospital, they both looked very pale.It seed both of the had had a serio illness.

After they were back, every daytheand dk, y other helped y father walk slowly ory road.My father had never been so ge seed they were the ost haronio uple.Along the untry road, there were aiful flreen grass and trees.The suly glistehrough the leaves.All of these ade up the ost beautiful picturethe world.

The doctor had said y father would revero onths.But after o onths he still uldn’t walk by hiself.All ofwere worried about hi.

“Dad, how are you feelg now?”I asked hi one day.

“San, don’t worry about .”he said gently.“To tell you the truth, I jt like walkg with your o.I like this kd of life.”Readg his eyes, I know he loves y other deeply.

One, I uand that love is jt a threadthe quilt of our life.Love is side, akg life strong and war.

有时我怀疑，父母之间是否存在着真爱。每一天，他们都疲于奔命，为我和弟弟赚学费。我从没见他们有过任何我在书中或电视中看到的浪漫举止。在他们看来，将“我爱你”这句话说出口都太奢侈，更别说在情人节互赠鲜花了。父亲脾气很糟，特别是经过了一天工作的劳累之后，他那糟糕的脾气更容易发作。

有一天，妈妈正在缝被子，我安静地坐在旁边看着她。

“妈妈，我有个问题想问你。”过了一会儿我说。

“什么问题啊？”她答道，而手里的活儿却没停下。

“你和爸爸之间有爱情吗？”我压低声音问道。

母亲停下手里的活儿，抬起头诧异地看着我，并未马上回答，然后又低下头，继续缝被子。

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