Go on Living with the Tiffany
Out of the window, the sun is shining warmly and brightly
, which makes me feel warm inside. Finally it has become such a fine day after raining so long. My granddaughter is cheering and jumping with excitement, for during the whole rainy season, she has been forced to stay at home, without having any fun outdoors. And now she is like a little bird which has just been set out of the cage.We take our seats in our garden in the warm sunshine. And it feels so good sitting in the open air, breathing the fresh air and feeling the gentle breeze. However, it is not long that my little granddaughter rises from her seat and begins chasing after a beautiful butterfly, whose small, energetic body reminds me of my childhood, when I also liked the entertainment of catching butterflies.
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It hasnt been long before my granddaughter comes back to her seat, face red and sweat all over. This time, after sitting silently for a little while, she begins asking me to tell her the romance I had with her grandpa. Though it always hurts me when thinking about my husband who passed away two years ago, I find it hard to refuse her when she looks at me with those big and glittering eyes, full of sincerity and tenderness.
Gradually and gently, the things that have passed forty years ago occur to me one after another, all being so real and detailed as if they happened yesterday. I try to explain the whole thing in a good order, but so many things just pour at me that I am always find myself telling something that I am not intended to.
After telling my granddaughter our first meet in a grand and splendid Tiffany jewelry show and our numerous times of dating, I find that she has already fallen asleep. Instead of waking her up, I just sit still and look at the glaring sun hanging up high in the sky. And suddenly my tears fall down my cheeks. The man offered me the shining Tiffany ring, which I have always kept carefully as the testimony to his sincere love, had been gone. And many times, I felt uncomfortable without him around and many times have I woken up at night, only to find that he would never return again.
Suddenly, my granddaughter moves a bit, which brings me back to the reality. I wipe my tears, trying to turn my thoughts into other things, for I know I should be brave and go on living no matter what happens, and only in this way can I stop my children from worrying about me, thus focusing totally on their own lives.
Go on Living with the Tiffany
By: lexi1988