昨晚，舅妈六十大寿庆宴，我最后一次亲了我儿子。我坐在他身旁，看着他喝着混合果汁。我叫他亲我一下，他当没听见。我习惯性地调侃他一下，说-你不愿亲妈妈，妈妈真难过。看见他调适自己, 用喝了果汁后冰冷的嘴唇，往我嘴上一凑。那个感觉，我想我将毕生难忘。回家后，我们三人躺在床上。我又一次问他，是不是已经不再喜欢亲我。他两眼泛着泪光。我说，妈妈真难过。他说，我也难过。我的眼睛湿了。在想，他到底什么时候开始，其实已经不喜欢了。但因为他的母亲，而坚持着。我安静地走入浴室，听见他跟父亲说，I don’t know why I don’t like it anymore. 父亲安慰他，说他在他这个年龄，也不再喜欢。这个父亲，回过头来安慰我，说- it’ll come back. 今早，我对儿子说，你不喜欢妈妈亲你，妈妈以后就不亲了。他说还要妈妈亲，但只是头和脸颊。那就头和脸颊吧。能亲多久，亲多久。
（写于去年四月）
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A painfully realistic piece… Reminds me (coincidentally) of how I was playing flying kisses with my son tonight over dinner and he suddenly said “I want to give you real kisses instead.” And he walked over to do just that. Even though his mouth was disgustingly oily, I let him smudge my face. While it last…
-your 30-something colleague from downstairs
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Yes, while it lasts, which is never long enough..
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