The Bubble Wands

By Ziyan Huang

 

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Every time I visit my grandmother, she brings me to the store across from her house and buys me a bubble wand. Like all the other 3 year olds, I didn’t know how to blow, instead, I spit on it. I remember my grandmother’s laugh that I couldn’t understand and the bubbles that surrounded me. Far away from my grandmother, I wanted to play it again, so my mom bought it for me this time. As I held the wand in my hand, my eagerness for something didn’t decrease. It’s at that moment that I realized, what I wanted were not the bubble wands, it was my grandmother, who fulfilled my childhood.

每一次当我探望我外婆的时候,她都会从家对面的店里给我买一个泡泡玩具。就像别的三岁小孩一样,我不知道怎么吹,反而,我吐在玩具上。我还记得那时不理解的外婆的笑声和包围着我的泡泡。不在外婆身边的时候,我又想玩吹泡泡了,所以这次妈妈给我买了。当我把玩具握在手中的时候,我心中的渴望却没有减弱。在那时候我就明白了,我想要的不是玩具,而是我的外婆,那个充满了我的童年的人。