Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between myparents.Every day they are very busy trying to earn money in orderto paythe high tuition for my brother and me. They don’t act intheromantic ways that I read in books or I see on TV. In theiropinion,“I love you” is too luxurious for them to say. Sendingflowers toeach other on Valentine’s Day is even more out of thequestion.Finally my father has a bad temper. When he’s very tiredfrom thehard work, it is easy for him to lose his temper.
One day, my mother was sewing a quilt. I silently sat downbesideher and looked at her.
“Mom, I have a question to ask you,” I said after a while.
“What?” she replied, still doing her work.
“Is there love between you and Dad?” I asked her in a verylowvoice.
My mother stopped her work and raised her head with surpriseinher eyes. She didn’t answer immediately. Then she bowed herheadand continued to sew the quilt.
I was very worried because I thought I had hurt her. I was inagreat embarrassment and I didn’t know what I should do. But atlastI heard my mother say the following words:
“Susan,” she said thoughtfully, “Look at this thread. Sometimesitappears, but most of it disappears in the quilt. The threadreallymakes the quilt strong and durable. If life is a quilt, thenloveshould be a thread. It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime,butit’s really there. Love is inside.”
I listened carefully but I couldn’t understand her until thenextspring. At that time, my father suddenly got sick seriously.Mymother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month. Whentheyreturned from the hospital, they both looked very pale. Itseemedboth of them had had a serious illness.
After they were back, every day in the morning and dusk, mymotherhelped my father walk slowly on the country road. My fatherhadnever been so gentle. It seemed they were the mostharmoniouscouple. Along the country road, there were many beautifulflowers,green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through theleaves.All of these made up the most beautiful picture in theworld.
The doctor had said my father would recover in two months.Butafter two months he still couldn’t walk by himself. All of uswereworried about him.
“Dad, how are you feeling now?” I asked him one day.
“Susan, don’t worry about me.” he said gently. “To tell youthetruth, I just like walking with your mom. I like this kindoflife.” Reading his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply.
Once I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses.Butfrom this experience, I understand that love is just a threadinthe quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strongandwarm..