高考英语作文3400字：爱情和断了的胳膊(Love and a broken arm)
love and a broken arm
"but what if i break my arm again?" my five year-old daughter asked, her lower lip trembling. i knelt holding onto her bike and looked her right in the eyes. i knew how much she wanted to learn to ride. how often she felt left out when her friends pedaled by our house. yet ever since shed fallen off her bike and broken her arm, shed been afraid.
"oh honey," i said. "i dont think youll break another arm."
"but i could, couldnt i?" "
"yes," i admitted, and found myself struggling for the right thing to say. at times like this, i wished i had a partner to turn to. someone who might help find the right words to make my little girls problems disappear. but after a disastrous marriage and a painful divorce, id welcomed the hardships of being a single parent and had been adamant in telling anyone who tried to fi me up that i was terminally single.
"i dont think i want to ride," she said and got off her bike.
we walked away and sat down beside a tree.
"dont you want to ride with your friends?" i asked.
"and i thought you were hoping to start riding your bike to school net year," i added.
"i was," she said, her voice almost a quiver.
"you know, hon," i said. "most everything you do comes with risks. you could get a broken arm in a car wreck and then be afraid to ever ride in a car again. you could break your arm jumping rope. you could break your arm at gymnastics. do you want to stop going to gymnastics?"
"no," she said. and with a determined spirit, she stood up and agreed to try again. i held on to the back of her bike until she found the courage to say, "lets go!"
i spent the rest of the afternoon at the park watching a very brave little girl overcome a fear, and congratulating myself for being a self-sufficient single parent.
as we walked home, pushing the bike as we made our way along the sidewalk, she asked me about a conversation shed overheard me having with my mother the night before.
"why were you and grandma arguing last night?"
my mother was one of the many people who constantly tried to fi me up. how many times had i told her "no" to meeting the mr. perfect she picked out for me. she just knew steve was the man for me.
"its nothing," i told her.
she shrugged. "grandma said she just wanted you to find someone to love."
"what grandma wants is for some guy to break my heart again," i snapped, angry that my mother had said anything about this to my daughter.
"but mom."
"youre too young to understand," i told her.
she was quiet for the net few minutes. then she looked up and in a small voice gave me something to think about.
"so i guess love isnt like a broken arm."
unable to answer, we walked the rest of the way in silence. when i got home, i called my mother and scolded her for talking about this to my daughter. then i did what id seen my brave little girl do that very afternoon. i let go and agreed to meet steve.
steve was the man for me. we married less than a year later. it turned out mother and my daughter were right.