Love in a Paper Bag
紙袋里的愛情
It was Molly's job to hand her father his brown paper lunch bag each morning before he headed off to work. One morning, in addition to his usual lunch bag, Molly handed him a second paper bag. This one was worn and held together with staples, and paper clips.
每天早上莫莉都負(fù)責(zé)在爸爸匆匆上班之前把裝午餐的牛皮紙袋遞給他。這天早上，莫莉除了遞給爸爸裝午餐的袋子外，還遞給了他另外一個袋子。這只袋子有點兒破，上面有很多釘書針和回形針。
“Why two bags?” her father asked.
“為什么是兩只袋子?”爸爸問。
“The other is something else,” Molly answered.
“另外一只里面裝著其他的東西。”莫莉回答道。
“What's in it?”
“里面是什么?”
“Just some stuff. Take it with you.”
“就是一些小玩意兒，帶著它吧?！?/p>
Not wanting to discuss the matter, he stuffed both sacks into his briefcase, kissed Molly and rushed off. At midday he opened Molly's bag and took out the contents: two hair ribbons, three small stones, a plastic dinosaur, a tiny sea shell, a small doll, and 13 pennies...
爸爸不想在這個問題上繼續(xù)討論下去，就把這兩個袋子都塞進(jìn)了公文包，親吻了莫莉，匆匆出門了。中午的時候，他打開莫莉的袋子，拿出里面的東西：兩條發(fā)帶、三塊小石子、一個塑料恐龍、一只很小的貝殼兒、一只小娃娃，還有13枚硬幣……
The busy father smiled, finished eating, and swept the desk clean into the wastebasket, Molly's stuff included.
忙碌的爸爸笑了，吃完午飯清理桌子時，把莫莉的東西一起扔進(jìn)了垃圾桶。
That evening, Molly ran up behind him as he read the paper.
晚上，莫莉在他看報紙的時候跑到了他的身后。
“Where's my bag?”
“我的袋子呢?”
“What bag?”
“什么袋子?”
“The one I gave you this morning.”
“我今天早上給你的那個?！?/p>
“I left it at the office. Why?”
“忘在辦公室了，怎么啦?”
“I forgot to put this note in it,” she said. “And, besides, Daddy, the things in the sack are the things I really like—I thought you might like to play with them. You didn't lose the bag, did you, Daddy?”
“我忘了把這張字條也放在里面了，”莫莉說，“而且，袋子里面的東西都是我非常喜歡的。我想也許你會喜歡玩那些東西。你沒把那個袋子弄丟吧，爸爸?”
“Oh, no,” he said, lying. “I just forgot to bring it home. I'll bring it tomorrow.”
“哦，沒有，”爸爸在撒謊，“我只是忘記把它拿回家了。我明天把它拿回來?！?/p>
While Molly hugged her father's neck, he unfolded the note that read: “I love you, Daddy.”
就在莫莉摟著爸爸脖子的時候，他打開了那張紙條，上面寫著：“我愛你，爸爸?！?/p>
Molly had given him her treasures—all that a 7yearold held dear. Love in a paper bag, and he missed it—not only missed it, but had thrown it in the wastebasket. So back he went to the office, just ahead of the night janitor to pick up the wastebasket.
莫莉把一個七歲女孩珍愛的東西送給了爸爸。他錯過了裝在紙袋中的愛，不僅錯過了，還把它扔進(jìn)了垃圾桶。他在門衛(wèi)關(guān)門之前急忙回到了辦公室，揀起了扔在垃圾桶里的東西。
He put the treasures inside and carried it home gingerly. The bag didn't look so good, but the stuff was all there and that's what counted. After dinner, he asked Molly to tell him about the stuff in the sack. It took a long time to tell. Everything had a story or a memory. “Sometimes I think of all the marvelous times in this sweet life,” he mused.
他把這些寶貝放在袋子里面，小心翼翼地把它拿回家。袋子看起來并不是很好，但是里面的東西全都在，而這才是最重要的。晚飯過后，他讓莫莉講講關(guān)于那些東西的故事。莫莉講了很久，每一件物品都有一個故事、一段回憶?！拔矣袝r會想起甜蜜生活中這些美妙的時刻。”他沉思著說。
We should all remember that it's not the destination that counts in life, but the JOURNEY. That journey with the people we love is all that really matters. It is such a simple truth but it is so easily forgotten.
我們都應(yīng)該銘記：生活中最重要的不是我們所要達(dá)到的目標(biāo)，而是生活的過程。和深愛的人一起度過人生才是最關(guān)鍵的。這個道理很簡單，卻又容易被人們遺忘。
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