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整个月过去了，尽管我们百般努力，玛丽依然没能从失去母亲的绝望和痛苦中恢复过来。她孤独而自闭，让人难以接近。三月末的一天，我的一个学生提议为了迎接春天的到来，给教室做些装饰花边。我把彩纸递给玛丽，鼓励她尝试，但并没抱多大希望。奇迹发生了，玛丽做了漂亮的风信子，水仙花，紫罗兰，还闪着亮晶晶的眼睛告诉我：“妈妈最爱鲜花了，她在我家的花园里种满了花。”
玛丽终于走出了阴影，她伏在我肩头啜泣着。教室里其他的孩子们也跟着哭了起来，可我知道那是喜悦的泪水。
"There's a new student waiting in your room," my principal announced,
hurrying past me on the stairs. "Name's Mary. I need to talk to you about her.
Stop in the office later."
I nodded and glanced down at the packs of pink, red and white paper, and
the jars of paste and boxes of scissors I held in my arms. "Fine," I said. "I've
just come from the supply room. We're making valentine envelopes this morning.
It'll be a good way for her to get acquainted."
This was my third year of teaching fourth-graders, but I was already aware
how much they loved Valentine's Day (now just a week away), and making these
bright containers to tape to the fronts of their desks was a favorite activity.
Mary would surely be caught up in the excitement and be chatting cheerfully with
new friends before the project was finished. Humming to myself, I continued up
the stairs.
I didn't see her at first. She was sitting in the back of the room with her
hands folded in her lap. Her head was down and long, light-brown hair fell
forward, caressing the softly shadowed cheeks.
"Welcome, Mary," I said. "I'm so glad you'll be in our room. And this
morning you can make an envelope to hold your valentines for our party on
Valentine's Day."
No response. Had she heard me?
"Mary," I said again, slowly and distinctly.
She raised her head and looked into my eyes. The smile on my face froze. A
chill went through me and I stood motionless. The eyes in that sweet,
little-girl face were strangely empty - as if the owner of a house had drawn the
blinds and gone away. Once before I had seen such eyes: They had belonged to an
inmate of a mental institution, one I'd visited as a college student. "She's
found life unendurable," the resident psychiatrist had explained, "so she's
retreated from the world." She had, he went on, killed her husband in a fit of
insane jealousy.
But this child - she could have been my own small, lovable niece except for
those blank, desolate eyes. Dear God, I thought, what horror has entered the
life of this innocent little girl?
I longed to take her in my arms and hug the hurt away. Instead, I pulled
books from the shelf behind her and placed them in her lap. "Here are texts
you'll be using, Mary. Would you like to look at them?" Mechanically, she opened
each book, closed it and resumed her former position.
The bell rang then, and the children burst in on a wave of cold, snowy air.
When they saw the valentine materials on my desk, they bubbled with
excitement.
There was little time to worry about Mary that first hour. I took
attendance, settled Mary into her new desk and introduced her. The children
seemed subdued and confused when she failed to acknowledge the introduction or
even raise her head.
Quickly, in order to divert them, I distributed materials for the envelopes
and suggested ways to construct and decorate them. I placed materials on Mary's
desk, too, and asked Kristie, her nearest neighbor, to offer help |
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发表于 2016-7-10 11:30:14