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LoveIsJustaThread

SometimesIreallydoubtwhetherthereislovebetweenmyparents.Everydaytheyareverybusytryingtoearnmoneyinordertopaythehightuitionformybrotherandme.Theydon’tactintheromanticwaysthatIreadinbooksorIseeonTV.Intheiropinion,“Iloveyou”istooluxuriousforthemtosay.SendingflowerstoeachotheronValentine’sDayisevenmoreoutofthequestion.Finallymyfatherhasabadtemper.Whenhe’sverytiredfromthehardwork,itiseasyforhimtolosehistemper.

Oneday,mymotherwassewingaquilt.Isilentlysatdownbesideherandlookedather.

“Mom,Ihaveaquestiontoaskyou,”Isaidafterawhile.

“What?”shereplied,stilldoingherwork.

“IstherelovebetweenyouandDad?”Iaskedherinaverylowvoice.

Mymotherstoppedherworkandraisedherheadwithsurpriseinhereyes.Shedidn’tanswerimmediately.Thenshebowedherheadandcontinuedtosewthequilt.

IwasveryworriedbecauseIthoughtIhadhurther.IwasinagreatembarrassmentandIdidn’tknowwhatIshoulddo.ButatlastIheardmymothersaythefollowingwords:“Susan,”shesaidthoughtfully,“Lookatthisthread.Sometimesitappears,butmostofitdisappearsinthequilt.Thethreadreallymakesthequiltstronganddurable.Iflifeisaquilt,thenloveshouldbeathread.Itcanhardlybeseenanywhereoranytime,butit’sreallythere.Loveisinside.”

IlistenedcarefullybutIcouldn’tunderstandheruntilthenextspring.Atthattime,myfathersuddenlygotsickseriously.Mymotherhadtostaywithhiminthehospitalforamonth.Whentheyreturnedfromthehospital,theybothlookedverypale.Itseemedbothofthemhadhadaseriousillness.

Aftertheywereback,everydayinthemorninganddusk,mymotherhelpedmyfatherwalkslowlyonthecountryroad.Myfatherhadneverbeensogentle.Itseemedtheywerethemostharmoniouscouple.Alongthecountryroad,thereweremanybeautifulflowers,greengrassandtrees.Thesungentlyglistenedthroughtheleaves.Allofthesemadeupthemostbeautifulpictureintheworld.

Thedoctorhadsaidmyfatherwouldrecoverintwomonths.Butaftertwomonthshestillcouldn’twalkbyhimself.Allofuswereworriedabouthim.

“Dad,howareyoufeelingnow?”Iaskedhimoneday.

“Susan,don’tworryaboutme.”hesaidgently.“Totellyouthetruth,Ijustlikewalkingwithyourmom.Ilikethiskindoflife.”Readinghiseyes,Iknowhelovesmymotherdeeply.

OnceIthoughtlovemeantflowers,giftsandsweetkisses.Butfromthisexperience,Iunderstandthatloveisjustathreadinthequiltofourlife.Loveisinside,makinglifestrongandwarm.