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A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces
of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.
—Tenneva Jordan
I knew I was not supposed to be so excited. I was too old
for that. At age eleven, the oldest and my mum's "grown-up" girl, I
had to keep my cool. I was in middle school after all. But every chance I got,
when I was alone, I checked each present under the tree. I read every tag and
felt every package, guessing at the contents within. I had examined each gift
so often that I could tell which present went to which person without even
looking at the tags.
It had been a tough year for my family. Whenever my mum
looked over at the tree and scattered (撒) presents, she would sigh and warn us,
"There won't be as much for Christmas this year. Try not to be
disappointed." Christmas had traditionally been a time for my parents to
spoil us. In years past, the presents would pile up and spill out from under
the tree, taking over the living room. I had heard the phrase "giving is better
than receiving", but thought that whoever had said that must have been out
of their mind. Getting presents was the whole point! It was the reason I
couldn't get to sleep on Christmas Eve.
On Christmas morning, we eagerly waited in the hallway until
dad told us everything was ready. We rushed into the living room and let the
wrapping paper fly. We made weak attempts to wait and watch while other family
members opened their presents, but as the time passed we lost our self-control.
"Here's another one for you," said mum as she
handed me a package. I looked at it, confused. Having spent so much time
examining the presents before Christmas, I recognised this one. But it had not
been mine. It was my mum's. A new label had been put on it, with my name
written in my mother's handwriting.
"Mum, I can't ..."
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I was stopped by my mother's eager, joyful look.
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I have always remembered that Christmas fondly.
答案: I was stopped by my mother's eager, joyful look. "Let's see what it is, honey. Hurry and open it." It was a blow-dryer. Though this may seem but a simple gift, to me it was so much more. Being an eleven-year-old girl, I was stunned. In my world, where receiving outweighed giving by light years, my mum's act of selflessness was incomprehensible. It was a huge act. Tears filled my eyes and I thought in disbelief about how much my mum must love me to give up her Christmas so I could have a few more presents. I have always remembered that Christmas fondly. It had such an impact on me. As an adult with children in my life whom I adore, I can now understand my mum's actions. I see actually, she was not "giving up her Christmas" as I had thought, but was finding an even greater joy in her Christmas because giving truly is better than receiving. My mum's simple act meant the world to me. Whenever I look back on my mum's giving, I will choose to give in my life.