Angel: Chief announcer.

Anny: A primary school girl made many phone calls to find her mother.

Anny's father.

Anny's teacher

Anny's classmates

Divide the stage into two parts.

Left: Children's Ward, a chair, some flowers.

On the right: a desk, a chair, a lamp and some books.

(When the curtain rises, the stage is half bright and half dark.)

(The phone is ringing)

Old woman: Hello!

Anny (Qu Shengdi): Hello, I, I want my mother. Is that mom?

Old woman: Oh, I'm grandma. I'm not mom.

Anny: Sorry.

(Phone hangs up and dials again)

A young woman: Hello!

Anny (Qu Shengdi): Hello! I want my mother. Is that mom?

Young woman: Are you kidding? I am not married.

The phone keeps ringing and the right half of the stage lights up. )

L 1: hello!

Anny (plucking up courage): I want my mother. Is that mom?

L 1: Who are you?

Anny: I'm Anny, your Anny.

L 1: Anny? (full of doubts) (after thinking a little, in my mother's voice) Where are you?

Anny (as if I saw my mother, I couldn't help crying): Mom, (crying, tears came down first, and then I suddenly woke up) Mom, mom, I didn't cry.

Angel (soothingly, anxiously): You are a beautiful little girl.

Anny: Mom, why don't you come to see me? Dad said if I behaved well, you would come back. Mom, don't you miss me?

Angel (lovingly): Of course, I will. I really miss you?

Anny: Really?

L 1: yes. I miss you so much.

Anny: Mom!

L 1: hmm ...

Anny: Mom!

L 1: Really?

Anny (smiling like a bell)

(Angel smiles lovingly with a hint of peace of mind)

Anny (suddenly crying again): But mom, why don't you come back? I'm sick.

Angel (with concern): Anny, where are you? Tell me, where are you?

Anny: Mom, I'm in the hospital now. I felt pain, but I didn't cry. Dad said that the crying girl was not a good girl. Then you won't come back. Mom, can you come back to see me? I wait for you without tears.

Angel: Anny, I, I didn't ... Oh, by the way, mom will come back to see you (dad pushes the door and comes in, sees Anny on the phone, and quickly grabs the phone).

Dad: I told you not to call anyone.

(On the phone) I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. This child has been bothering you.

L 1: it doesn't matter. I am also a mother. I understand her. May I know the truth?

Dad: Well ... her mother is not here. So she fought and fought.

L 1: Where is Anny's mother? You divorced?

Dad: no, no. I hope she will come back. But ...

Angel: You don't trust me? I'm Angel, the chief announcer of the hotline.

Dad (looking back at Anny): Well, I'll tell you the truth another day.

L 1: ok.

(The lights change in the dark)

Left: Anny's living room.

Right: Anny's classroom.

(simultaneous interpretation)

Left side:

Dad: Anny's mother died in a traffic accident six years ago. She told me to hide the truth. This is a letter to Anny.

Right:

Teacher: Children, in this class. Let's enjoy Anny's composition A Letter to Mom.

(Angel, Anny, at the same time, time and space are wrong, music begins)

Anny, my dearest baby!

Anny: Mom, my dearest mom!

When we played hide and seek, I was easily found.

Anny: When we play hide and seek, I can easily find you.

L 1: But this time, you can't find me.

Anny: But this time, I can't find you.

Baby, we have a date. You can call me when you 14.

Anny: Mom, we have an appointment. Dad said I would find you when I 14.

Angel: Baby, the game lasted so long. I don't know if you have the courage to go on.

Anny: Mom, don't worry. In my dream, I grew up in your arms.

Anny, if it's long enough, mom will talk to you when you look at our photos.

Anny: Mom, the letter you left me is too long. I read it every night, again and again.

Anny, your birthday present is on the wardrobe.

Anny: Mom, I know the truth. I can see your father's eyes every time I take the bus.

Anny, I'm really worried about whether you will be so sad after your14th birthday. Is there anyone who loves you for life?

Anny: Mom, I will never give up. I believe there is a call from heaven. I will love my father. I will love myself. One day I will fly with my own wings.

L 1: Anny, my dear.

Anny: Mom, be careful all the way. There are no tears in heaven.

(lights up, curtain call) This should do.