美麗英文:穿過愛的時光

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親的依戀與感激。

A　Mother　Knows

Lynn　Ruth　Miller

Not　all　women　who　have　children　are　mothers。　You　can　tell　a　true　mother　by　the　penetrating1　look　in　her　eye。　A　mother　always　knows　everything　about　you。　Absolutely　everything。

I　had　such　a　mother。　I　could　hide　nothing　from　her。　When　I　would　walk　into　the　house　after　pigging　out　on　chocolate　cake　at　the　neighbor’s；　she　would　glance　at　me　and　say；　“How　many　times　do　I　have　to　tell　you　not　to　eat　between　meals？　No　dessert　for　you　tonight；　young　lady。”

I　looked　at　her；　dumbfounded：　How　could　she　see　across　the　street　and　through　the　walls　of　my　friend’s　house；　while　she　was　cleaning　the　bathroom　floor？

“How　did　you　know　that？”　I　asked；　wiping　crumbs　from　my　chin。

“A　mother　always　knows；”　she　said。“I　can　read　your　forehead。　Hand　me　the　Bon　Ami。　I　see　a　fingerprint　on　the　doorknob。　”

When　I　would　race　into　the　house　from　school；　my　eyes　popping　like　a　choked　fish；　my　mother　would　simply　point　to　the　bathroom　door。　“How　did　you　know　I　had　to　go？”　I　asked；　as　I　galloped2　to　the　toilet　with　my　legs　twisted　like　a　pretzel。

My　mother　would　shrug。　“I　read　it　on　your　forehead。”

When　I　got　a　bit　older；　her　forehead　reading　became　truly　remarkable。　I　could　hide　absolutely　nothing　from　that　woman’s　penetrating　gaze。　I　would　e　home　from　a　date；　and　my　mother　would　scowl　ominously。

“Do　you　know　what　time　it　is？”　she’d　say。　“Men　don’t　marry　fast　girls。　”

“We　were　only　holding　hands；　for　God’s　sake；”　I　lied；　rubbing　my　chafed　mouth。

“You　can’t　fool　me；　Lynn　Ruth；”　said　my　mother。“I　can　read　the　whole　vulgar　story　on　your　forehead。　Put　some　lotion　on　your　face；　or　you’ll　look　like　a　raw　tomato　tomorrow。　”

Her　amazing　knowledge　of　things　she　could　not　see