By Patricia A.Habada
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我低下头看着那颗闪闪发亮的玻璃珠和那条已失去光泽的金色链子，然后抬起头来望着她。我很认真地轻声说道：“哦，玛丽亚，这链子真漂亮。你妈妈一定会喜欢它的。”
我们都抑制不住留下了泪水。她踉踉跄跄地扑进了我的怀里，我们相拥而泣。
就在那短暂的一瞬间，我成了她的妈妈，而她送给了我一份最珍贵的礼物：她的信任和爱。
It was Christmas 1961.I was teaching in a small town in Ohio where my twenty-seven third graders eagerly anticipated the great day of gifts giving.
A tree covered with tinsel1 and gaudy2paper chains graced one corner.In another rested a manger scene produced from cardboard and poster paints by chubby3，and sometimes grubby hands.Someone had brought a doll and placed it on the straw in the cardboard box that served as the manger.It didn't matter that you could pull a string and hear the blue-eyed，golden-haired dolly say，'My name is Susie.''But Jesus was a boy baby！'one of the boys proclaimed.Nonetheless，Susie stayed.
Each day the children produced some new wonder—strings of popcorn，hand-made trinkets4，and German bells made from wallpaper samples，which we hung from the ceiling.Through it all she remained aloof，watching from afar5，seemingly miles away.I wondered what would happen to this quiet child，once so happy，now so suddenly withdrawn.I hoped the festivities would appeal to her.But nothing did.We made cards and gifts for mothers and dads，for sisters and brothers，for grandparents and for each other.At home the students made the popular fried marbles and vied6 with one another to bring in the prettiest ones.'You put them in a hot frying pan，teacher.And you let them get real hot，and then you watch what happens inside.But you don't fry them too long or they break.'So，as my gift to them，I made each of my students a little pouch for carrying their fried marbles.And I knew they had each made something for me：bookmarks carefully cut，colored，and sometimes pasted together；cards and special drawings；liquid embroidery7 doilies，hand-fringed，of course.
The day of gift-giving finally came.We oohed8 and aahed9 over our handiwork as the presents were exchanged.Through it all，she sat quietly watching.I had made a special pouch for her，red and green with white lace.I wanted to see her smile very much.She opened the package so slowly and carefully.I waited but she turned away.I had not penetrated the wall of isolation she had built around herself.
