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我儿子上初中三年级的时候，他父亲去世了。父亲去世后，他的性格有了很大的变化，学习成绩一天比一天差。我想了各种办法帮助他，但是我越想帮他，他离我越远，不愿意和我谈话。
学期结束时，他已经缺课九十五次，物理、化学和外语考试都不及格。这样看来，他很有可能连初中都毕不了业。我很着急，用了各种各样的办法，但是，批评和表扬都没有用。他还是老样子。
有一天，我正在上班，突然接到一个电话。一个男人说他是学校的辅导老师：“我想和您谈谈张亮缺课的情况。”
我把自己的苦恼和对儿子的爱都告诉了这个陌生人。最后我说：“我爱儿子，我不知道该怎么办。看着他那个样子，我很难过。我想了各种办法，想让他重新喜欢学校，但是……唉，这一切都没有作用，我已经没有办法了。”
我说完以后，电话那头儿没有回答。过了一会儿，那位老师说：“谢谢您抽时间和我谈话。”说完就挂上了电话。
儿子的下一次成绩单来了，我高兴地看到他的学习有了很大的进步。
一年过去了，儿子上了高中。在一次家长会上，老师表扬了他的进步。
回家的路上，儿子问我：“妈妈，还记得一年前那位给您打电话的辅导老师吗？”我点了点头。
“那是我。”儿子说，“我本来是想和您开个玩笑的，但是听了您的话，我心里很难过。那时候，我才知道，爸爸去世了，您多不容易啊！我下决心，一定要成为您的骄傲。”
（选自《文萃》，编译：陈明）
When my son was in the third year of junior high school, his father passed away. After his father died, his personality changed greatly, and his academic performance became worse day by day. I tried all kinds of ways to help him, but the more I wanted to help him, the farther he drifted away from me. He was unwilling to talk to me.
By the end of the semester, he had already missed ninety-five classes, and he had failed his physics, chemistry, and foreign language exams. From the way things looked, it was very possible that he would not even be able to graduate from junior high school. I was very worried and tried all sorts of methods, but neither criticism nor praise worked. He remained the same as before.
One day, while I was at work, I suddenly received a phone call. A man said he was a counselor from the school: “I’d like to talk with you about Zhang Liang’s absences.”
I told this stranger all about my worries and my love for my son. Finally, I said, “I love my son, but I don’t know what to do. Seeing him like that makes me very sad. I have tried every way I can think of to make him like school again, but… sigh, none of it has worked. I have no solution anymore.”
After I finished speaking, there was no reply from the other end of the phone. After a while, the teacher said, “Thank you for taking the time to talk with me.” Then he hung up.
When my son’s next report card arrived, I was happy to see that he had made great progress in his studies.
A year passed, and my son entered high school. At a parent-teacher meeting, the teacher praised his progress.
On the way home, my son asked me, “Mom, do you still remember the counselor who called you a year ago?” I nodded.
“That was me,” my son said. “At first, I just wanted to play a joke on you, but after hearing what you said, I felt very sad. Only then did I realize how difficult it had been for you after Dad passed away. I made up my mind that I must become someone you can be proud of.”
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