浮生飘絮（150：Memory - The First Note)

  (Shanjing)

I have kept the note ever since
from over seventeen years ago
when you were so little
just started learning
to read and write
a few simple sentences.

That night before
in the middle of the unpexpected storm,
your new music box was thrown to the floor,
breaking apart;
my leg got bruised
by the heavy dictionary,
fly-hitting at me.
So scared, I thought to myself:
It's a book, not a knife.
Thank God!

The next morning, before going to school
you gave me a folded note.
What a surprise, my dear daughter,
this was the first note to me you wrote.

I opened it, and just couldn't help
 crying and crying, and just couldn't stop
(I was alone in the house):

You drew a heart, with these words:
"Dear Mom, I hope you get over this soon.
A nut to bring good luck...
Love, MM."

Oh, My dearest daughter!
Ever since, I've kept the first note
you wrote to me
in my purse, everywhere,
for the past over seventeen years.

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