第22章妈妈与孩子（1）
MotherandChild
帕特夏·A。哈布达PatriciaA。Habada
ItwasChristmas1961。Iwasteaasmalltowniwehirdgraderseagerlyahegreatdayofgiftsgiving。
Atreecoveredwithtinselandgaudypapersgraeaedamangerseproducardboardasbydsometimesgrubby，hands。Somehtadollahestrawinthecardboardboxthatservedasthemadidyoucouldpullastriheblue-eyed，golden-haireddollysay，“MynameisSusie。”“ButJesuswasaboybaby！”oheboysprooheless，Susiestayed。
&heprodueringsofpopd-madetris，andGermanbellsmadefromles，whigfromtheg。Throughitallsheremainedaloof，watafar，seeminglymilesahatentothisquietcesohappy，nowsosuddenlyedthefestivitiesealtoher。Butnothingdid。Wemadedgiftsformothersanddads，forsistersandbrras，aher。Athomethestudehepopularfriedmarblesahoiones。“Youputtheminahpan，Teadyouletthemgetrealhot，acheyoudon’tfrythemtoolongortheybreak。”so，asmygifttothem，Imadeeaystudentsalittleptheirfriedmarbles。Aheyhadeaethingforme：book-markscarefullycut，colored，aimespastedtogether；dspecialdrawings；liquidembroiderydoilies，hand-fringed，ofcourse。
Thedayofgift-givingfinallycame。Weoohedandaahedoverourhandiresentswereexged。Throughitall，shesatquietlywatg。Ihadmadeaspecialpouchfreenwithwhitelatedverymuchtoseehersmile。Sheopehepackagesoslowlyandcarefully。Iwaitedbutsheturnedaehewallofisolationshehadbuiltaroundherself。