晚安心语
noeople seem to know how to py，but do not know what is happiness
如今的人似乎只知道怎么娱乐，却不知道什么是快乐。
by karen taylor
wrinkles of fusion rippled across holly&039;s forehead as she uhe gift from her best friend，susan
“ii thought you could use it for something”susan&039;s stammered expnation did nothing to help us uand why a twelve-by-eighteen-inbsp;dark blue carpet remnant was being presented as a birthday gift
starting out at a new school during her freshman year had been a difficult adjustment
until she met susan，holly had experienbsp;little ess making new friends
the murmured“thanks”was barely audible as holly tried valiantly not to allow her disappoi to showthe extent of holly&039;s disappoi over the i didn&039;t bee evident until the following evening when she came downstairs to say good night“well，i guess we know how mubsp;my best friend thinks of me，huh，mom？”her attempt at a breezy tone failed miserably
the m，i saw susan&039;s carpet lying among the other discarded itemshesitating a moment，i reached in and plucked it from amid the debrisafter giving it a light brushing，i brought it into the house and tucked it away in the hall closetovershadowed by the business of daily living，the carpet was soon fotten
prior to holly&039;s birthday，susan had been a regur visitor in our homethe girls did their homework together ao bed at a reasonable hournow i realized it had been nearly three weeks sinbsp;;039;d even heard mention of susan&039;s namei missed her warm smile and eager-to-please ways
a rustle at the front door told me holly had arrived home from school“susan invited me to e over to her house after school tomorrow，”she announbsp;as she plunked her books down o tablealthough her voibsp;carried a so-what attitude，i sensed she leased by the invitation
“she wants you to e，too，so you bsp;meet her foster mom”the words“foster mom”dangled in the air like a spent birthday balloonsusan alked about her home life，and we didn&039;t find it necessary to pry
arras were madeas i iated the winding try road that led to her house，susan babbled nervously about her foster mom and the seventeen cats she had taken in and cared for with susan&039;s helpseveral of these foster kitties scattered as we pulled into the gravel driveway
a tall angur woman stood in the doorway to greet us as roached the small farmhouse“excuse the mess，”she apologized while we threaded our way through stuff that seemed to be everywhere
susan ushered us through the houseit seemed to be alive with fged fur balls roaming underfoot and sprawling across the babsp;of the dingy sofa and chairs
she proudly showed us her room，whibsp;arsely but a tarnished picture frame sitting on a crate beside the bed tained pictures of susan&039;s parents and siblings from whom，we ter learned，she had long sinbsp;been separated