Chapter VIII
Chapter preface. The next day, I woke everyone up with a "Merry Christmas" and found my Christmas present in every corner of the room, the most surprising of which was the canary given to me by Miss Sullivan.
That night, after I hung up my stockings, I pretended to be asleep for a long time to see what Santa would do when he came. Later, I couldn't stop the sleepiness and fell asleep with the new doll and the little white bear in my arms. The next day, I woke up early in the morning and the whole family was awakened by my first "Merry Christmas", and I found not only surprise gifts in stockings, but also Christmas gifts in beautiful tissue paper wrapping on the table, on all the chairs, on the thresholds, on every window lattice, almost every step I took. When Miss Sullivan handed me the canary she had prepared, the joy in my heart could not be greater.
I named this canary "Little Tim". Little Tim was docile and dexterous, and often jumped between my fingers and ate the red cherries I had prepared. Miss Sullivan taught me how to take care of little Tim. Every day after breakfast, I prepare bath water for him, clean his cage, fill his small cup with fresh grass seeds and water from the well, and hang a small bundle of chickweed on his swing rack.
One morning, I went to fetch bathwater for it and left the cage on the windowsill. When I got back to my room, as soon as I opened the door, I felt a big cat scurrying out. At first I didn't realize what was going on; But when I reached into the cage and found that Tim hadn't flapped its wings or pecked my fingers with its little pointed mouth, I realized that I would never see my sweet little singer again.
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Another major event in my life was my trip to Boston in May 1888. I still remember all the preparations before I left, the departure with my teacher and my mother, and all the things I saw and heard during the trip, and finally arrived in Boston, all of which seemed to have happened yesterday. This trip was very different from my trip to Baltimore two years ago, and I was no longer a little mischievous person who was easily excited, couldn't get idle, and ran around on the train. I sat quietly beside Miss Sullivan, listening intently and with interest as she described what she saw outside the train window: the beautiful scenery along the Tennessee River, the endless cotton fields, the rolling hills, the dense jungle and the black people who smiled and waved to the passengers on the train, and went to the train cars to sell delicious candy and popcorn. Nancy, the big rag doll, sat across from me, dressed in a new striped outfit and a crumpled sun hat, staring at me with a pair of large, bead-encrusted crystal eyes. Sometimes, when I'm not listening to Miss Sullivan's description, I think of Nancy and pick her up and play with her. In general, though, I calmly thought she was asleep.
Food for Thought How is the state of "me" different from this trip to Boston compared to the trip to Baltimore two years ago?
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Why was this trip to Boston a major event in my life? What is the purpose of this trip to Boston?
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