When I came home from work last Monday, my son mentioned that the kid at school had called him banana.
I kept wondering why he was associated with bananas when he was not eating them in school. He then told me it was because of his yellow jacket.
Every day by 6 a.m., my son and I would already be waiting for his school bus, I would tell him to wear the jacket given to him by my brother as a Christmas gift. It was dear to me because it was given by a special person in our lives. And because of its lightweight(轻质)material, it was just right for him to resist the cold wind for the one hour ride. Sometimes he forgot to take it off when arriving at school, because it was so light. He had been wearing it to school every day for 1 year and 7months before this happened. It broke my heart to learn. My son was feeling hurt, so I brought out his new jacket, which I had been keeping for his primary 3 years.
When he saw I the smiled the next day. I was looking forward to hearing his stories from school. He couldn't wait to tell everyone at home that the kid had stopped calling him banana, but come up with other names such as Black Panther (黑豹)and Boring Wilson.
Even though he was considered a boring kid, he was not upset anymore because he knew in his heart that he had many jackets in different colors to choose from. Most of all, he has a family who loves him dearly. He knows now the names people give us out of love or other reasons don't define(定义) us. Everyone is more than what he wears.