母亲的礼物散文(4)

　　Relieved that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry as I told her what had happened. She listened and smiled reassuringly.母亲猜到了我的苦恼，这使我的情绪安定下来。我哭了起来，把事情的经过讲给母亲听。母亲专注地听着，脸上带着安详的微笑。

　　"But you will be a beautiful narrator, " she said , reminding me of how much I loved to read stories aloud to her . "The narrator's part is every bit as important as the part of a princess."但你会成为一名顶呱呱的解说员，"母亲又说。她说平常我是多么喜欢朗诵故事给她听，还说"从哪方面看，旁白这个角色都和公主那个角色一样重要"。

　　Over the next few weeks, with her constant encouragement, I learned to take pride in the role. Lunchtimes were spent reading over my lines and talking abut what I would wear.往后的几个星期，在母亲的一再鼓励下，我渐渐地以担任旁白的角色感到骄傲。利用午饭时间，我们又一起念台词，议论到时候我该穿什么样的演出服装。

　　Backstage the night of the performance, I felt nervous. A few minutes before the play, my teacher came over to me. "Your mother asked me to give this to you, " she said, handing me a dandelion. Its edges were already beginning to curl and it flopped lazily from its stem. But just looking at it, knowing my mother was out there and thinking of our lunchtime talk, made me proud.到了演出那个晚上，当我登上后台，心里还感到紧张。离演出还有几分钟的时候，老师朝我走了过来。"你母亲让我把这个交给你，"说着她递过来了一朵蒲公英。那花儿四周已开始打蔫，花瓣儿从梗上向下有气无力地耷拉着。可是，只要看一眼，知道母亲就在外面呆着，回想起和母亲用午饭时说的那些话，我就感到胸有成竹。