如今，我仍然把那段皮带挂在墙上。我们都在墙上挂着属于自己的那段皮带。它就悬在那里，警示我们：仁爱能够战胜生活中所有的艰难险阻。当我的女儿因丢失了她心爱的口袋精灵卡片，或者因摔伤了膝盖而号啕大哭时，我就紧紧地抱着她，看着那段旧皮带，回忆着那个她永远不会认识的人，那个我能够幸运地称其为父亲的人。
dad’s belt
john gaudet
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