1JONAS DID NOT want to go back. He didn’t want the memories, didn’t want the honor, didn’t want the wisdom, didn’t want the pain. He wanted his childhood again, his scraped knees and ball games. He sat in his dwelling alone, watching through the window, seeing children at play, citizens bicycling home from uneventful days at work, ordinary lives free of anguish because he had been selected, as others before him had, to bear their burden.

2But the choice was not his. He returned each day to the Annex room.

3The Giver was gentle with him for many days following the terrible shared memory of war.

4There are so many good memories,” The Giver reminded Jonas. And it was true. By now Jonas had experienced countless bits of happiness, things he had never known of before.

5He had seen a birthday party, with one child singled out and celebrated on his day, so that now he understood the joy of being an individual, special and unique and proud.

6He had visited museums and seen paintings filled with all the colors he could now recognize and name.

7In one ecstatic memory he had ridden a gleaming brown horse across a field that smelled of damp grass, and had dismounted beside a small stream from which both he and the horse drank cold, clear water. Now he understood about animals; and in the moment that the horse turned from the stream and nudged Jonas’s shoulder affectionately with its head, he perceived the bonds between animal and human.

8He had walked through woods, and sat at night beside a campfire. Although he had through the memories learned about the pain of loss and loneliness, now he gained, too, an understanding of solitude and its joy.

9What is your favorite?” Jonas asked The Giver. You dont have to give it away yet,” he added quickly. Just tell me about it, so I can look forward to it, because Ill have to receive it when your job is done.”

10The Giver smiled. Lie down,” he said. Im happy to give it to you.”

11Jonas felt the joy of it as soon as the memory began. Sometimes it took a while for him to get his bearings, to find his place. But this time he fit right in and felt the happiness that pervaded the memory.

12He was in a room filled with people, and it was warm, with firelight glowing on a hearth. He could see through a window that outside it was night, and snowing. There were colored lights: red and green and yellow, twinkling from a tree which was, oddly, inside the room. On a table, lighted candles stood in a polished golden holder and cast a soft, flickering glow. He could smell things cooking, and he heard soft laughter. A golden-haired dog lay sleeping on the floor.

13On the floor there were packages wrapped in brightly colored paper and tied with gleaming ribbons. As Jonas watched, a small child began to pick up the packages and pass them around the room: to other children, to adults who were obviously parents, and to an older, quiet couple, man and woman, who sat smiling together on a couch.

14While Jonas watched, the people began one by one to untie the ribbons on the packages, to unwrap the bright papers, open the boxes and reveal toys and clothing and books. There were cries of delight. They hugged one another.

15The small child went and sat on the lap of the old woman, and she rocked him and rubbed her cheek against his.

16Jonas opened his eyes and lay contentedly on the bed, still luxuriating in the warm and comforting memory. It had all been there, all the things he had learned to treasure.

17What did you perceive?” The Giver asked.

18Warmth,” Jonas replied, “and happiness. Andlet me think. Family. That it was a celebration of some sort, a holiday. And something elseI cant quite get the word for it.”

19It will come to you.”

20Who were the old people? Why were they there?” It had puzzled Jonas, seeing them in the room. The Old of the community did not ever leave their special place, the House of the Old, where they were so well cared for and respected.

21They were called Grandparents.”

22Grand parents?”

23Grandparents. It meant parents-of-the-parents, long ago.”

24Back and back and back?” Jonas began to laugh. So actually, there could be parents-of-the- parents-of-the-parents-of-the parents?”

25The Giver laughed, too. Thats right. Its a little like looking at yourself looking in a mirror looking at yourself looking in a mirror.”

26Jonas frowned. But my parents must have had parents! I never thought about it before. Who are my parents-of-the-parents? Where are they?”

27You could go look in the Hall of Open Records. Youd find the names. But think, son. If you apply for children, then who will be their parents-of-the-parents? Who will be their grandparents?”

28My mother and father, of course.”

29And where will they be?”

30Jonas thought. Oh,” he said slowly. When I finish my training and become a full adult, Ill be given my own dwelling. And then when Lily does, a few years later, shell get her own dwelling, and maybe a spouse, and children if she applies for them, and then Mother and Father—”

31Thats right.”

32As long as theyre still working and contributing to the community, theyll go and live with the other Childless Adults. And they wont be part of my life anymore.

33And after that, when the time comes, theyll go to the House of the Old,” Jonas went on. He was thinking aloud. And theyll be well cared for, and respected, and when theyre released, there will be a celebration.”

34Which you wont attend,” The Giver pointed out.

35No, of course not, because I wont even know about it. By then Ill be so busy with my own life. And Lily will, too. So our children, if we have them, wont know who their parents-of-parents are, either.

36It seems to work pretty well that way, doesn’t it? The way we do it in our community?” Jonas asked. I just didn’t realize there was any other way, until I received that memory.”

37It works,” The Giver agreed.

38Jonas hesitated. I certainly liked the memory, though. I can see why its your favorite. I couldn’t quite get the word for the whole feeling of it, the feeling that was so strong in the room.”

39Love,” The Giver told him.

40Jonas repeated it. “Love.” It was a word and concept new to him.

41They were both silent for a minute. Then Jonas said, “Giver?”

42Yes?”

43I feel very foolish saying this. Very, very foolish.”

44No need. Nothing is foolish here. Trust the memories and how they make you feel.”

45Well,” Jonas said, looking at the floor, “I know you dont have the memory anymore, because you gave it to me, so maybe you wont understand this—”

46I will. I am left with a vague wisp of that one; and I have many other memories of families, and holidays, and happiness. Of love.”

47Jonas blurted out what he was feeling. “I was thinking that . . . well, I can see that it wasn’t a very practical way to live, with the Old right there in the same place, where maybe they wouldn’t be well taken care of, the way they are now, and that we have a better-arranged way of doing things. But anyway, I was thinking, I mean feeling, actually, that it was kind of nice, then. And that I wish we could be that way, and that you could be my grandparent. The family in the memory seemed a little more—” He faltered, not able to find the word he wanted.

48A little more complete,” The Giver suggested.

49Jonas nodded. I liked the feeling of love,” he confessed. He glanced nervously at the speaker on the wall, reassuring himself that no one was listening. I wish we still had that,” he whispered. Of course,” he added quickly, “I do understand that it wouldn’t work very well. And that its much better to be organized the way we are now. I can see that it was a dangerous way to live.”

50What do you mean?”

51Jonas hesitated. He wasn’t certain, really, what he had meant. He could feel that there was risk involved, though he wasn’t sure how. Well,” he said finally, grasping for an explanation, “they had fire right there in that room. There was a fire burning in the fireplace. And there were candles on a table. I can certainly see why those things were outlawed.

52Still,” he said slowly, almost to himself, “I did like the light they made. And the warmth.”

53Father? Mother?” Jonas asked tentatively after the evening meal. I have a question I want to ask you.”

54What is it, Jonas?” his father asked.

55He made himself say the words, though he felt flushed with embarrassment. He had rehearsed them in his mind all the way home from the Annex.

56Do you love me?”

57There was an awkward silence for a moment. Then Father gave a little chuckle. “Jonas. You, of all people. Precision of language, please!”

58What do you mean?” Jonas asked. Amusement was not at all what he had anticipated.

59Your father means that you used a very generalized word, so meaningless that its become almost obsolete,” his mother explained carefully.

60Jonas stared at them. Meaningless? He had never before felt anything as meaningful as the memory.

61And of course our community cant function smoothly if people dont use precise language. You could ask, ‘Do you enjoy me?’ The answer isYes,’” his mother said.

62Or,” his father suggested, “‘Do you take pride in my accomplishments?’ And the answer is wholeheartedlyYes.’”

63Do you understand why its inappropriate to use a word likelove’?” Mother asked.

64Jonas nodded. Yes, thank you, I do,” he replied slowly.

65It was his first lie to his parents.

66Gabriel?” Jonas whispered that night to the newchild. The crib was in his room again. After Gabe had slept soundly in Jonas’s room for four nights, his parents had pronounced the experiment a success and Jonas a hero. Gabriel was growing rapidly, now crawling and giggling across the room and pulling himself up to stand. He could be upgraded in the Nurturing Center, Father said happily, now that he slept; he could be officially named and given to his family in December, which was only two months away.

67But when he was taken away, he stopped sleeping again, and cried in the night.

68So he was back in Jonas’s sleepingroom. They would give it a little more time, they decided. Since Gabe seemed to like it in Jonas’s room, he would sleep there at night a little longer, until the habit of sound sleep was fully formed. The Nurturers were very optimistic about Gabriels future.

69There was no answer to Jonas’s whisper. Gabriel was sound asleep.

70Things could change, Gabe,” Jonas went on. Things could be different. I dont know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors.

71And grandparents,” he added, staring through the dimness toward the ceiling of his sleepingroom. And everybody would have the memories.

72You know about memories,” he whispered, turning toward the crib.

73Gabriels breathing was even and deep. Jonas liked having him there, though he felt guilty about the secret. Each night he gave memories to Gabriel: memories of boat rides and picnics in the sun; memories of soft rainfall against windowpanes; memories of dancing barefoot on a damp lawn.

74Gabe?”

75The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him.

76There could be love,” Jonas whispered.

77The next morning, for the first time, Jonas did not take his pill. Something within him, something that had grown there through the memories, told him to throw the pill away.