itwasmolly’sjobtohandherItwasMolly’sjobtohandherfatherhisbrownpaperlunchbageachmorningbeforeheheadedofftowork.Onemorning,inadditiontohisusuallunchbag,Mollyhandedhimasecondpaperbag.Thisonewaswornandheld

　　itwasmolly’sjobtohandher

　　ItwasMolly’sjobtohandherfatherhisbrownpaperlunchbageachmorningbeforeheheadedofftowork.

　　Onemorning,inadditiontohisusuallunchbag,Mollyhandedhimasecondpaperbag.

　　Thisonewaswornandheldtogetherwithstaples,andpaperclips.

　　“Whytwobags?”herfatherasked.

　　“Theotherissomethingelse,”Mollyanswered.

　　“What’sinit?”

　　“Justsomestuff.Takeitwithyou.”

　　Notwantingtodiscussthematter,hestuffedbothsacksintohisbriefcase,kissedMollyandrushedoff.

　　AtmiddayheopenedMolly’spaperbagandtookoutthecontents:

　　twohairribbons,threesmallstones,aplasticdinosaur,atinyseashell,asmalldoll,and13pennies...

　　Thebusyfathersmiled,finishedeating,andsweptthedeskcleanintothewastebasket,Molly’sstuffincluded.

　　Thatevening,Mollyranupbehindhimashereadthepaper.

　　“Where’smypaperbag?”

　　“Whatbag?”

　　“TheoneIgaveyouthismorning.”

　　“Ileftitattheoffice.Why?”

　　“Iforgottoputthisnoteinit,”shesaid.

　　“And,besides,Daddy,thethingsinthesackarethethingsIreallylike―Ithoughtyoumightliketoplaywiththem.

　　Youdidn’tlosethebag,didyou,Daddy?”

　　“Oh,no,”hesaid,lying.“Ijustforgottobringithome.I’llbringittomorrow.”

　　WhileMollyhuggedherfather’sneck,heunfoldedthenotethatread:“Iloveyou,Daddy.”

　　Mollyhadgivenhimhertreasures―allthata7-year-oldhelddear.

　　Loveinapaperbag,andhemissedit―notonlymissedit,buthadthrownitinthewastebasket.

　　Sobackhewenttotheoffice.Justaheadofthenightjanitor,hepickedupthewastebasket.

　　Heputthetreasuresinsideandcarriedithomegingerly.

　　Thebagdidn’tlooksogood,butthestuffwasallthereandthat’swhatcounted.

　　Afterdinner,heaskedMollytotellhimaboutthestuffinthesack.

　　Ittookalongtimetotell.Everythinghadastoryoramemory.

　　“SometimesIthinkofallthemarveloustimesinthissweetlife,”hemused.

　　Weshouldallrememberthatit’snotthedestinationthatcountsinlife翻译下