Chapter 15 Bouquet for Algernon - Parents' names

Bouquet for Algernon - Parents' names "April 28th" Last night I dreamed that Mom, Dad, and the teachers of the Thirteenth Elementary School (my first school, and later I was transferred to the No. 222 Elementary School)... … "He is normal, there is no problem! He will look like other people in the future, even more capable than them!" She wanted to catch the teacher, but was hugged by her father. "He's going to college, and he's going to be something!" she kept yelling, grabbing Dad with her fingers, trying to get away. "He will go to college and become famous later!"

We were in the principal's office at the time, and many people stood watching, all looking embarrassed, but the vice principal was smiling.Afraid of being seen, he turned his head away. In the dream, the principal's long beard was floating in the air. He pointed at me and said, "He must go to a special school. Take him to the Warren Foster Home and Training School. We can't take him in." Dad tried to drag Mom out of the principal's office, but she was crying and screaming.I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could only feel Dou Da's teardrops pouring down on me.

That's what I remembered this morning, but now I'm thinking of more.With tears in my eyes, I remembered what happened when I was six years old.Norma was not born then.The diminutive, dark-haired mother spoke quickly and moved a lot with her hands.In her dream, her face was always blurred, and her hair was all tied up in a bun, and she would reach out to flatten it from time to time to make sure it didn't fall off.I remember that my mother was always flying around beside my father like a big white bird.Because of his bulky figure, Dad didn't bother to pay attention to her, and let her scratch at him.

I saw Charlie standing in the kitchen playing with a fishing spinner.The bait had a little shiny bead and a ring on the line.He held one end of the string and turned it, making the ring keep turning and shining brightly.He watched the bait spin like this for a long time.Looking back now, I don't know how he could have been so fascinated, spinning the end of the thread with relish, making the ring on it spin and knot. She yelled at him, no, at his dad, "I'm not going to send him there, he's fine!" "Rose, pretending to believe he's all right isn't doing anyone any good. Look at him, Rose, six years old and..."

"He's not an idiot, he's normal, no different from anyone else." He glanced at his son, who was playing with the spinning bait, with a gloomy expression.The son looked back with a smile and held up the spinning bait to show him how beautiful it was. "Drop that damn thing!" Ma screamed suddenly, pulling the spinner out of Charlie's hand and letting it fall to the kitchen floor. "Go get the alphabet exercise book!" He stood there, overwhelmed by this sudden act of anger.His body began to tremble and wince.The two of them were arguing there, their voices darting through the air like electricity, forming an invisible huge pressure around him, which made him feel extremely panicked.

"Charlie, go to the toilet if you want to pee. If you dare to pee in your pants, you can see!" He wanted to obey her, but his legs went limp and he couldn't move when he stood there.He instinctively raised his arms to resist the slap that was about to fall. "For heaven's sake, stop it, Rose. You keep frightening the poor boy like that." "Then why don't you help me? I have to teach him by myself every day and help him review what he has forgotten. He just reacts a little slower and can learn like others!" "Don't kid yourself, Rose. Pretending to believe he's normal won't do us or him any good. Thinking he can learn tricks like an animal will only drive him crazy. Don't expect anything from him!"

"I just want him to be like everyone else!" While they were arguing, Charlie's need to pee grew more and more urgent, as if he was about to pour out.He knew that he should go to the toilet to pee as his mother always said, but his feet just didn't work at all.But he felt that he—like squatting in the middle of the kitchen, which was wrong, and his mother would definitely give him a slap in the face. He wanted that spinner.If he got it, he might be able to keep from peeing in his pants.But now the bait was scattered all over the floor, and the rings fell under the table, and in the sink, and the lint rolled to the stove.

It's strange, although I can clearly recall these voices now, but the body shapes of my parents are still blurred, only the outlines slightly emerge.Dad is tall, but seems weak; Mom is thin, but moves very quickly.Years later, hearing their argument in retrospect, I suddenly had the urge to yell out, "Look at Charlie, look at him, you should take him to the bathroom!" Charlie stood there clutching his checkered red shirt as they argued about Charlie.The words of their quarrel were full of anger, flickering like sparks.There was anger and guilt in it that he couldn't identify at all.

"In September next year, he will be sent back to the Thirteenth Primary School, and he will be asked to attend the original class again." "Why can't you see the facts clearly? The school teachers have already said that he can't do homework in normal classes." "Which dog-raised teacher said it? Tell him to come and explain it to me, and I can scold even worse and gouge out his eyeballs. If you don't believe me, take a look, I will redo the history of education! Charlie, Why are your clothes torn like that? Go to the toilet, you will do it yourself, hurry up!"

"Can't you see that he needs your help? He's freaking out like that already." "Stop saying that. He's smart enough to go to the toilet by himself. The book says that letting a child go to the toilet by himself gives him confidence and a sense of accomplishment." Charlie thought of the cold breath coming from the tiles in the toilet, and was too scared to go in alone.He held out his hand to his mother and whimpered, "Too...too..." His mother shook off his hand. "No!" His mother said firmly, "You are old enough to go to bed by yourself. Now go to the bathroom and take off your pants like I taught you. I'm telling you before, if you pee in your pants, I'm going to beat someone!"

I can still feel Charlie's stomach gurgling as the two grown men stand there watching what he'll do.Suddenly Charlie couldn't control it, and the small whimper turned into a low-pitched cry.He wiped away the dirty marks left by the tears on his face with his hands, and covered his eyes by the way, not wanting to see all this. The dark world behind the hand is soft, with a few traces of warmth, and a confusing feeling of temporary relaxation and fear intertwined.This feeling is entirely his own.But mother would take them for her own, as before, and beat him.Yes, she had walked up to him, calling him a big disobedient boy.Seeing this, Charlie rushed to his father for help. Now it occurs to me that my mother's name was Rose and my father's name was Matt.It's a weird feeling to forget your parents' names.Also, I wonder how Norma is doing now?It's weird, I haven't thought about them in so long, I wish I could see Matt's face now and know what he was thinking.All I remember now is Matt turning around and walking out of the apartment when Rose was about to hit me. Wish I could see their faces clearly again.