If you give me three days of light

Chapter 3 Childhood Memories
The few months after recovering from the illness have hardly left a memory in my mind. I just vaguely remember that I often sat on my mother’s lap, or pulled her skirt tightly. I just followed my mother around.

As time went by, I gradually began to touch various things with my hands and identify their uses by feeling.Or try to figure out other people's actions and expressions to guess what happened, and then express what you want to say and do.So, under the influence of the desire to communicate with people, I began to try to do some simple actions, shaking my head to express "no", nodding to express "yes", pulling others to me to express "come", pushing Means "go".When I feel cold, I shrink my neck, pretend to be shaking, and tell people that I am cold.When I want to eat bread, I cut it and butter it.

My mother also did her best to communicate with me, she made various gestures.Let me know what she means, and I can always know exactly what my mother means.To tell you the truth, in that long dark night, I only felt the warmth of life entirely by my mother's love and wisdom.

Through communicating with my mother, I gradually understood some things in life. At the age of 5, I learned to fold and put away the laundry, sort the laundry returns, and pick out my own pieces.From the grooming and grooming of my mother and aunt, I knew that they were going out, so I begged them to take me.Relatives and friends came to visit, and I was always called to meet the guests.As they left, I waved goodbye, a gesture I still vaguely remembered.

I still remember one time when some important guests came to visit the house. From the opening and closing of the door, I knew they had come.So, when my family was not paying attention, I ran to my mother's room, imitated my mother, dressed in front of the mirror, put oil on my hair, put powder on my face, fixed the veil on my hair with hairpins, and let The veil drooped and fell lightly over my face, and then I found a loose skirt and put it on, and then, in this strange attire, I went downstairs to receive guests with them.

About before Mrs. Sullivan arrived, I felt that I was different.I've noticed that my mother and my friends talk with their mouths instead of gesticulating with my hands.So, to figure out what they were talking about, I would stand between two talkers and touch their mouths with my hand, but that didn't work.So I frantically moved my limbs and squirmed my lips, trying to talk to them, but they didn't respond at all.So I kicked and screamed angrily until I was exhausted.

In these small things, I often make trouble unreasonably, although I know in my heart that this should not be done, but when something happens, I am so impatient that I can't control it. The nanny Ella is often kicked by me, even though I know she is in pain. I was also moved and very guilty, but when I encountered something that didn't go my way, I would kick and beat me wildly to vent my dissatisfaction.

My childhood was dark and dull, but I had two companions who lived with me day and night, one was the chef's daughter-Martha Washington, and the other was an old hound named Bailey.

Martha Washington understood my gestures so easily, that every time she was told to do something, she did it quickly.Martha probably thought it would be smarter to be obedient than to fight with me, so she was able to finish what I told her quickly and neatly.

I am physically strong, competitive and reckless.Probably because she was afraid of my tyranny, she never violated my will.During that period, Martha and I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. I liked to help Martha make ice cream, knead dough, or feed the turkey, and sometimes argued over a few treats.

I like to feed the turkeys, these birds are not afraid of people at all, they are very friendly with me, they like to let me stroke their feathers, and they like to eat from my hands.

Once, the tomato in my hand was snatched by a big turkey, maybe it was inspired by the turkey, and soon after, Martha and I stole the cake that the cook had just baked, and hid in the woodpile and ate it dry Two clean.Unexpectedly, this pie caused Martha and I to throw up a mess the next day. After vomiting, I wondered if the punishment for the bad stomach also fell on the turkey.

I especially love to look for guinea fowl eggs in the depths of the flowers, because guinea fowls like to build nests in hidden places, so I often go there to find wild fun in my spare time.Although I can't say "I'm going to find eggs" to Martha, I can make a circle with my hands and put them on the ground, indicating that there is something round in the grass, and Martha will understand it at a glance.If we were lucky enough to find the egg, I would tell Martha with signs that I would never allow her to take it home, because she would stumble and break it on the way.

Looking back on the childhood days Martha and I spent together, the barn, the horse rations, and the dairy all gave us so much joy.We are like angels in Paradise.When Martha and I went to the dairy farm, the milkman often asked me to put my hand on the cow, and sometimes, let me put my hand on the udder of the cow, and let me learn how to milk the cow. Hit me with an oxtail.

Every year when I celebrate Christmas, I am the happiest. Although I don't know why I celebrate Christmas, I am extra happy when I think of the tempting delicacy.Our family would make us grind spices, pick raisins, and lick spoons that stir food.I also imitated others to hang up the stockings, but I didn't get up before dawn to see what gifts were in the stockings like other children, because the gifts did not arouse my interest or arouse my curiosity.

Like me, Martha Washington loved practical jokes. On a hot afternoon in July, Martha and I were sitting on the stone steps of the balcony. Martha, who was like black charcoal, tied her fluffy hair with shoelaces in bundles here and there, like many roots. The corkscrew is inserted into the head.And I have fair skin and long curly blond hair.One of the two children is 7 years old and the other is about 6 or [-] years old.The smaller blind boy was me.

Sitting on the steps, the two of us cut paper dolls with great interest.After a while we got tired of the game, and cut up the shoelaces and the honeysuckle leaves from the stone steps.Suddenly, Martha's "corkscrew" caught my attention.At first, Martha struggled and refused to let me cut it, but I was so arrogant that I grabbed Martha's corkscrew, picked up the scissors and cut it off. After cutting Martha's hair, in return, I let Martha Masha cut my hair. If my mother didn't find out and came to stop me in time, my golden curly hair would probably be cut off by Masha.

Old Bailey the Hound was another childhood playmate of mine.He is very lazy, likes to lie down and sleep by the stove, and doesn't like to play with me at all.He's not smart enough either. I try to teach him sign language, but he doesn't want to talk to me. He's lazy and stupid and doesn't know what I'm doing.Sometimes, it seems to be startled by me and trembles all over; sometimes, it will squat down and concentrate on it, as if it is about to catch a bird, and I don't understand what it is going to do.I punched and kicked it in a fit of anger.It always gets up very reluctantly and listlessly, stretches itself, sniffs the stove, and then lies down on the other end, as if it doesn't want to argue with me.I felt extremely bored, so I ran to the kitchen again, looking for happiness.

Scattered childhood memories are always memorable.When I think of the dark world without light and sound, these images will emerge more clearly in my mind.

Once, I accidentally splashed water on the apron, so I opened the apron and put it next to the embers of the fireplace in the bedroom, trying to dry it. I was impatient and felt that it was not fast enough, so I put the apron on the stove. Suddenly, the fire jumped up, igniting my apron and my clothes.I was screaming and Grandma Pooh came and wrapped me in a blanket and nearly suffocated me.The fire was put out, my hands were burned, and my hair was all over the place, but the rest of the burn wasn't too bad.

It was at this time that I became very interested in the key, and I discovered the beauty of using it.One morning, when I had sex, I locked my mother in the storage room. The servants were working outside. My mother was locked inside for three hours. She knocked on the door desperately, and the knocking caused The shock caused by it made me giggle non-stop while sitting on the stone steps in front of the corridor.After this mischief, however, my parents decided that I should be disciplined as soon as possible, and so my governess, Miss Sullivan, came.But when she first came, I would also wait for the opportunity to lock her in the room. This may be what people often say is that nature is hard to change.

That time, my mother asked me to go upstairs to deliver something to Miss Sullivan. I turned around and slammed the door and hid the key in the wardrobe in the corner of the living room.In spite of all their persuasion, I would not tell where the key was hidden.My parents had to build a ladder for Miss Sullivan to climb out of the window, and I was so smug that the keys were handed over a few months later.

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