My mother and I were dream-ers. When the days were soft and tender,
We sat on the beach, digging our toes into the hot sand.
The big breakers came in slowly, their shoulders growing tall and green.
They crashed in thunder-ous white, and we would sit in si-lence,the breeze scrubbing the hotsun from our faces.
She was 34; Iwas 10.She was short,plump,a woman of fair skin and brownish hair with bronze glints.she was feminine and prim.
I asked what she dreamed.Jenny Tier Bishop laughed and ruffled my wethair.”YOU,””she said,””are an in-quisitive little boy.”
“Yes,ma am,””I said.”
She told me her dream.Someday,when my father had a lot of money,he would buy diamond earrings for her.
Not big ones of course. “see,”she said,pulling ger ear,”these were pierced when Iwas15. Would’t I lood pretty with little diamonds?”
“Yes,ma am,” I said. “You sure would.”
She asked me my dream, I said that when I grew up Iwould own a house right here at the beach. Iwould be able to look at the ocean every day, in all of its moods. My house would have servants who would have nothing to do but carry silver trays loaded with jelly beans and chocolate bars.
She looked down at me,the bun of hair loose on her neck.My moth-er laughed at my dream. ”Little boy,”she said-and I knew that I had lost her admiration. My feet came up out of the sand, and I ranat top speed to meet the big curling wave.
Her dream came true. My father gave her the diamond earrings.
They were tiny icebergs in big gold prongs. She sat before the mirror,turning her head from side to side.
My father paid a little a momnth for those earrings, for a long time.
- 1 0 年前最佳解答
我問她做了什麼樣的夢。Jenny Tier Bishop大笑接著弄亂我濕掉了的頭髮。＂你，＂她接著說＂真是個充滿好奇心的小男孩。＂
- 4 年前