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245 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1968
With a start, I scrambled up and stared at the little tree. It was strange because I always talked to everything, but I thought it was the little bird inside me that made everything talk back.
‘But can you really talk?
‘Can’t you hear me?�
And it gave a little chuckle. I almost screamed and ran away. But curiosity kept me there.
‘How do you talk?�
‘Trees talk with everything. With their leaves, their branches, their roots. Want to see? Place your ear here on my trunk and you’ll hear my heartbeat.�
I hesitated a moment, but seeing its size, my fear dissipated. I pressed my ear to its trunk and heard a faraway tick� tick�
First I stopped at the church and took a look at the saints. I felt a little scared seeing the still statues, surrounded by candles. The winking candles made the saints wink too. I wasn’t sure if it would be nice to be a saint and have to be really still all the time.
Gran had once said that happiness is a ‘sun shining in your heart�. And that the sun lit up everything with happiness. If it was true, the sun in my heart made everything beautiful.
“Gi� đây tôi đã thực s� biết đau đớn là gì. Đau đớn không phải là b� đánh đến bất tỉnh. Đau đớn không phải là b� một mảnh thủy tinh cứa rách chân phải khâu nhiều mũi � hiệu thuốc. Đau đớn là th� này đây: toàn b� trái tim tôi nhức nhối, và tôi phải mang nó xuống m�.�