WhenIwas8,agentlemancametomyorphanage（孤儿院）andtaughtushowtodowoodworkingprojects.Iremembermyfirstproject—asmalltable.IwassoofitthatIlookeduponitIhadcreatedawonder.Itwasabsolutel

　　WhenIwas8,agentlemancametomyorphanage（孤儿院）andtaughtushowtodowoodworkingprojects.Iremembermyfirstproject—asmalltable.Iwasso ofitthatIlookeduponit Ihadcreatedawonder.Itwasabsolutelybeautifulandithadtakenmesixweeksto it.Icould waittogiveittoMotherWintersasagift.Shewastheheadmistressofourorphanage,whowasalways withus.

　　Asthetableswerenot fromtheclearcoating,themantoldustowaitafewdaysbeforetakingthemtoourdormitories. IwasjustsoexcitedandhappythatIcouldn’twait.Idashedoutlikeaflashcarryingmytable,smilingfromeartoear.

　　WhenIreachedthedormitoryIplacedthelittletablebesidemybed.Iwas itwhenMotherWintersentered.Shewalkedovertothetable.Runningherhand it,shenoticeditwasstillwet.

　　“Wereyou tobringthishome?”sheasked.“No,ma’am,”I withmyheaddown.

　　SheorderedmetothrowthetableoutandsoIdid.Aftersheleft,Iimmediatelyopenedthedoortogetitback.Therewas stuckallover.Ibrushedandcried,butitwouldnotcomeoff.Ihidthetableinmyclosetandnever it.Ayearlaterwhilecleaningup,IgavethetabletoMotherHenderson,myhouseparent(宿管员),thinkingthatshewould itaway.

　　Thirtyyearslateratareunion,I thatMotherHendersonwaslivingnearby,soIdroveuptoseeher.Wetalkedcheerfullyforlong.AsIwasabouttoleave,sheaskedmetocomedowntoher togetsomethingimportant.Ifollowedher intoadarkcorner.Shepickedsomethingup. sheturnedaround,Icouldseethatshewasholdingalittletable.Mothe