LoveIsJtLikeaBrokenAr
？佚名/Anonyo
“ButwhatifIbreakyaraga？”yfive-year-olddaughterasked，herlowerliptreblg.Ikholdgontoherbikeandlookedherrighttheeyes.Iknewhowuchshewaolearntoride.Howoftenshefeltleftoutwhenherfriendspedaledbyourhoe.Yeteversceshe’dfallenoffherbikeandbrokenherar，she’dbeenafraid.
“Ohhoney，”Isaid.“Idon’tthkyou’llbreakanotherar.”
“ButIuld，uldn’tI？”
“Yes，”Iaditted，andfoundyselfstrugglgfortherightthgtosay.Attislikethis，IwishedIhadapartoturnto.Soonewhoighthelpfdtherightwordstoakeylittlegirl’sproblesdisappear.Butafteradisastreandapafuldivorce，I’dweledthehardshipsofbegasgleparentandhadbeenadaanttellganyonewhotriedtofixupthatIwasterallysgle.
“Idon’tthkIwanttoride，”shesaidandgotoffherbike.
Wewalkedawayandsatdownbesideatree.
“Don’tyouwanttoridewithyourfriends？”Iasked.
“Yes，”sheaditted.
“AndIthoughtyouwerehopgtostartridgyourbiketoschoolyear，”Iadded.
“Iwas，”shesaid，hervoicealostaquiver.
“Youknow，honey，”Isaid，“Mosteverythgyoudoewithrisks.Youuldgetabrokenaracarwredthenbeafraidtoeverrideacaraga.Youuldbreakyourarjupgrope.Youuldbreakyouraratgynastics.Doyouwanttosgogtogynastics？”
“No，”shesaid.Andwithadeteredspirit，shestoodupandagreedta.Iheldontothebackofherbikeuntilshefoundtheuragetosay，“Letgo！”
Ispenttherestoftheafternoonattheparkwatchgaverybravelittlegirlovereafear，andngratutgyselffaself-suffitsgleparent.
Aswewalkedho，phgthebikeasweadeourwayalongthesidewalk，sheaskedaboutaionshe’doverheardhavgwithyotherthenightbefore.
“Whywereyouandgrandaargugstnight？”
Myotherwasoneoftheanypeoplewhonstantlytriedtofixup.HowanytishadItoldher“no”toetgtheMr.Perfectshepickedoutfor.Shejtkevewastheanfor.
“It’snothg，”Itoldher.
Sheshrugged，“Grandasaidshejtwantedyoutofdsooolove.”
“Whatgrandawantsisforsoguytobreakyheartaga，”Isnapped，angrythatyotherhadsaidanythgaboutthistoydaughter.
“ButMo...”
“You’retooyoungtouand，”Itoldher.
Shewasquietforthefewutes.Thenshelookedupandasallvoicegavesothgtothkabout.
“SoIguessloveisn’tlikeabrokenar.”
Uoanswer，wewalkedtherestofthewaysilence.WhenIgotho，Icalledyotherandsldedherfortalkgaboutthistoydaughter.ThenIdidwhatI’dseenybravelittlegiftdothatveryafternoon.IletgoandagreedtoetSteve.
Stevewastheanfor.Wearriedlessthanayearter.Itturnedoutotherandydaughterwereright.
“可要是我又把胳膊摔断了怎么办？”五岁的女儿颤抖着嘴唇问我。我跪下来，扶住她的自行车，看着她的眼睛。我知道她很想学骑车。每次她的朋友们骑着脚踏车路过我们家时，她都有强烈的失落感。但自从上次骑车摔断胳膊后，她就畏惧了。
“噢，宝贝，”我说，“我确信你不会摔断另一条胳膊。”
“但那有可能，不是吗？”
“是有可能，”我承认，想努力找一些能说服她的理由。每到此时，我就希望有人能帮我找到合适的语言，解决女儿遇到的问题。但是，经历一场不幸的婚姻后，单身母亲的苦楚，我倒也能欣然接受了。我曾坚定地告诉给我介绍男朋友的人，我要单身一辈子。