妈妈的小甜饼

1、妈妈的小甜饼妈妈的小甜饼妈妈的小甜饼 as i sat perched in the sec on d-floor win dow of our brick schoolhouse that afternoon, my heart bega n to sink further with each pass ing car. this was a day idlooked forwardto for weeks: miss pacesfourth-grade, end-of-the-yearparty. miss pace had kept arunning coun tdow n on the

2、 blackboard all that week, and our class of nine-year-oldshad bordered on insurrectionby thetime the much-a nticipated party friday had arrived.i had happily volunteeredmy mother when miss pacerequested cookievolunteers. moms chocolate chips reignedsupreme on our block, and i knew theyd be a hit wit

3、h my classmates. but two oclock passed, and there was no sig n of her. most of the other mothers had already come and gone, dropping off their offerings of punch and crackers, chips, cupcakes and brow ni es. my mother was missi ng in acti on.dont worry, robbie, shell be along soon, miss pace saidas

4、i gazed forlornly down at the street. i looked at the wall clock just in time to see its black minute hand shift to half-past.around me, the no isy party raged on, but i would nt budge from my win dow watch post. miss pace did her best to coax me away, but i stayed out, holding out hope that the fam

5、iliar family car would round the corner, carryingmyrightfully embarrassed mother with a tin of her famous cookies tucked un der her arm.the three oclock bell soon jolted me from my thoughtsand i dejectedly grabbed my book bag from my desk and shuffled out the door for home.on the four-block walk to

6、our house, i plotted my reve nge. i would slam the front door upon en teri ng, refuse to retur n her hug whe n she rushed over to me, and vow n ever to speak to her aga in.the house was empty whe n i arrived and i looked for anote on the refrigerator that might explain my mothers abse nee, but found

7、 none. my chin quivered with a mixture of heartbreak and rage. for the first time in my life, my mother had let me dow n.i was lying face-dow n on my bed upstairs whe n i heard her come through the front door.robbie, she called out a bit urge ntly. where are you?i could then hear her darting frantic

8、ally from room toroom, wondering where i could be. i remainedsilent. in amome nt, she moun ted the steps the sounds of her footsteps quicke ning as she asce nded the staircase.whe n she en tered my room and sat beside me on my bed,i did nt move but in stead stared bla nkly into my pillow refus ing t

9、o ack no wledge her prese nee.im so sorry, hon ey, she said. i just forgot. i got busy andforgot pla in and simple.i still did nt move. dont forgive her, i told myself. she humiliated you. she forgot you. make her pay.the n my mother did someth ing completely un expected.she bega n to laugh. i could

10、 feel her shudder as the laughtershook her. it bega n quietly at first and the n in creased in its velocity and volume.i was in credulous. how could she laugh at a time like this?i rolled over and faced her, ready to let her see the rage and disappo in tme nt in my eyes.but my mother was nt laugh in

11、g at all. she was cryin g. imso sorry, she sobbed softly. i let you dow n. i let my little boy dow n.she sank dow n on the bed and bega n to weep like a littlegirl. i was dumbstruck. i had n ever see n my mother cry. to my un dersta nding, mothers were nt supposed to. i won dered if this was how i l

12、ooked to her whe n i cried.i desperately tried to recall her own sooth ing words fromtimes past when id skinned knees or stubbed toes, times whe n she knew just the right thing to say. but in that mome nt of tearful plight, words of profundityabandoned me like awor n-out shoe.its okay, mom, i stamme

13、red as i reached out and gen tlystroked her hair. we did nt eve n n eed those cookies. there wasple nty of stuff to eat. dont cry. its all right. really.my words, as in adequate as they soun ded to me, prompted my mother to sit up. she wiped her eyes, and a slight smile bega n to crease her tear-stai ned cheeks. i smiled back awkwardly, and she pulled me to her.we did n