周小琦

中圖分类号：G231 文献标识码：A 文章编号：1009-914X（2017）03-0298-01

Isaac was swinging on the front gate， trying to decide whether to walk down the street to play with Verra， her best friend in fifth grade， when she saw a tramp come up on the road. He said， "IS your mother at home". Isaac said， "Of course. Please come with me."

They went through the garden and saw her mama watering the flower.

"Who is this man Isaac？"

“I don't know mama， but he said that he wanted to meet you.”

“All right. Honey， could you please help this gentleman to have a sit？ My hands are full now， so let's find why this gentleman here later okay？” The mother gave an apologetic smile to the tramp while Isaac was carrying an old chair from the basement.

“Oh my gosh...this chair，” the old man whispered with surprise.

“What's wrong with this chair？” Isaac wondered.

“Nothing， little girl， it is beautiful.” Suddenly the tramps eyes lightened up， as if some memories had been rekindled in his mind.

“Of course！ It's my grandpa's chair，” said the girl proudly.

“So...where is your grandpa， little girl？” He asked with tremble voice.

“Eh...actually I never saw him， but my mama says he was a hero who had saved a lot of lives！”

“Oh yes， he sounds like a really great man. ” The old man gave Isaac a comforting smile. “Let me teach you an old and fair-sounding song.”

The tramp began to sing and beat time to the music. Soon Isaac learned how to sing. When Isaac's mama came， they were singing together happily. Just like my father and me twenty years ago， thought the mother.

“what happened？Honey you looks so happy.” Isaac's mother gave the tramp a grateful smile. “Here are some cookies and tea for you Mr. So may I ask why do you want to see me？”

“I will tell you later， madam. Now you might want to hear your cute little girl singing first.”

“All right， can you sing for us honey？”

Isaac began to sing. After a few seconds， her mother felt strange. “Why does she know this song？ It's impossible！” The old man then began to sing with the girl. Finishing the song， the tramp asked： “Do you still remember the melody？”

“Of course， but how can you know this？ ”said the Isaac's mother surprisingly.

“Because this is the last song I sang for you before I was enlisted. I promised that I will be back. But when I came back I couldnt find where you are. So is it too late for me to come back home， my daughter？”

“Dad？ You are my dad？”

“Yes. Maybe it has been a long time before you last saw me. Maybe my story is not that convincing，” said the tramp， “But， look at this chair we made together when you was eight， remember？”

Isaac's mother burst into tears and hugged the old man tightly. “Welcome back， my hero. ”