One day, my mother was sewing a quilt.
I silently sat down beside her and looked at her.
“Mom, I have a question to ask you,”
I said after a while.
“What?” she replied, still doing her work.
“Is there love between you and Dad?”
I asked her in a very low voice.
She didn't answer immediately.
I was very worried
because I thought I had hurt her.
But at last I heard mymother
say the following words:
“Susan,Look at this thread.
Sometimes it appears,
but most of it disappears in the quilt.
The thread really makes
the quilt strong and durable.
If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread.
It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime,
but it's really there. Love is a46 inside.”