My wife and I separated in December. As you might expect, I had a very (1) December.
My therapist(心理治疗师) gave me (2) totally unexpected. It was a small handmade Play-Doh heart. She (3) that it was not for me to keep, but only on (4) until I got my own heart. Then I (5) return it to her.
After the session, I placed the heart carefully on the dash of my car and drove to (6) my daughter Juli-Ann, for this was the first night that she would be staying at my new home. As she got into the car, she was immediately (7) to the heart, picking it up, (8) it and asking me what it was.
“It’s a present from my therapist to help me through this difficult time (9) it is not for me to keep, but only to have till I get my own heart,” I (10) . Juli-Ann made no (11) I wondered, at 11 years old, could she understand?
Several (12) later, when my daughter was again at my home, she handed me her Valentine’s Day present for me: a small red box, (13) with a gold band. (14) Into the pretty little box. To my surprise, I pulled out a similar Play-Doh heart that she had made for me. I looked at her, (15) , wondering what it meant.
Afterwards she slowly handed me a card. It was a(n) (16) Juli-Ann had written me the most (17) and loving words I had ever read. Tears flooded my eyes and my heart (18) open:
For My Dad/Here is a heart/for you to keep/for the big leap/you’re trying to take/Have fun on your journey/It might be blurry/But when you get there/Learn to care
(19) all my material wealth, I (20) this as my most sacred treasure.