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Sobs of deep-felt emotion flowed from the receiver and poured into my heart. Immediately I pictured my daughter's face in my mind and my fogged senses seemed to clear. “I think ―"
听筒传来凄切的抽泣声，激荡着我的心扉。我的脑海里立刻浮现出女儿的脸庞，杂乱的头绪慢慢清晰起来。“我觉得——”
No! Please let me finish! Please! She pleaded, not so much in anger, but in desperation.
“不要说话！让我说完！请你让我说完！”她恳求道，那种语气与其说是愤怒，还不如说是绝望。
I paused and tried to think what to say. Before I could go on, she continued. "I'm pregnant, Mama. I know I shouldn't be drinking now ... especially now, but I'm scared, Mama. So scared!"
我停顿了一下，努力思索着该说些什么。还没等我开口，她又说道：“我怀孕了，妈妈。我知道现在我不应该喝酒，特别是现在，可是我害怕呀，妈妈。我真是太害怕了！”
The voice broke again, and I bit into my lip, feeling my own eyes fill with moisture. I looked at my husband who sat silently mouthing, "Who is it?"
她的声音再次哽咽。我咬着嘴唇，感觉眼眶有些湿润。我看了看丈夫，他静静地坐着，轻声问道“是谁？”
I shook my head and when I didn't answer, he jumped up and left the room, returning seconds later with the portable phone held to his ear.
我摇了摇头。没等我回答，他便一跃而起，走出房间，很快又回来了，手里拿着无绳电话，放在耳边听着。
She must have heard the click in the line because she continued, "Are you still there? Please don't hang up on me! I need you. I feel so alone."
她一定是听到了电话里的咔哒声，于是说道：“妈妈，你还在吗？请不要挂我电话！我需要你。我感觉很孤单。”
I clutched the phone and stared at my husband, seeking guidance. "I'm here, I wouldn't hang up," I said. "
我抓住听筒，望着丈夫，向他寻求帮助。“我在这儿，我不会挂电话。”我说。
I should have told you, Mama. I know I should have told you. But when we talk, you just keep telling me what I should do. You read all those pamphlets on how to talk about sex and all, but all you do is talk. You don't listen to me. You never let me tell you how I feel. It is as if my feelings aren't important. Because you're my mother you think you have all the answers. But sometimes I don't need answers. I just want someone to listen."
“我早就应该告诉你的，妈妈。我知道我早就应该告诉你。可是我们交谈的时候，你只顾着和我说我应该做什么。你看过那么多小册子，都是关于怎样跟孩子谈论性这类的话题，可你只是对我说教，从不听我说。你从来不让我诉说我的感受。好像我的感受一点都不重要。因为你是我妈妈，你就觉得自己能够解决我所有的问题。可有的时候，我并不需要解决方法。我只需要有人倾听。
