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The Day I Met My Mother
我遇见母亲的那天
by Faith L. Mahaney
费思·L·马哈尼
Mine was, at times, a lonely childhood. Born in Chungking, China, of missionary parents, I lost my mother at birth. I was two months old when my father sent me to Mother's favorite sister in Morgantown , West Virginia. There I grew up in the house where Mother had spent her girlhood.
我的童年常常充满孤寂。我出生在中国重庆，父母是传教士，母亲生下我便去世了。父亲把我送到西弗吉尼亚州摩根敦我母亲最喜欢的姐妹那儿时，我才两个月大。在那儿，我在母亲曾度过她少女时代的屋子里长大。
When Aunt Ruth was at home, I was surrounded by love. But she was our sole breadwinner and worked in an office six days a week. Left with a procession of hired girls, I felt the loneliness of the big, old house.
只要鲁思姨妈在家，我总是生活在爱的怀抱之中。可她是唯一养家活口的人，每周六天去办公室上班。我便由一个又一个先后雇来的女孩照料着，呆在那座古老的大宅里，感到十分寂寞。
In the evenings, before Aunt Ruth came home, I often sat on the floor beneath a picture of my mother—a sweet-faced young woman of 20, with dark eyes and black curly hair. Sometimes I talked to the picture, but I could never bear to look at it when I'd been naughty. There was one question always in my mind: What was my mother like? If only I could have known her!
每当黄昏，鲁思姨妈还没回家的时候，我常常坐在地板上，我母亲的一幅画像下面—一个面容可爱的20岁的年轻女子，有着黑眼睛和卷曲的黑头发。有时我对着画像说话，可淘气的时候，我从不敢正视画像。我脑子里老想着一个问题：我母亲是怎样一个人呢？我要是对她有所了解该多好啊！
Twenty years passed. I had grown up, married and had a baby, named Lucy for her grandmother—the mother I'd so longed to know.
20年过去了。我长大了，成了家，还有了一个孩子，叫露西，取这名字是为了纪念她的外祖母—我一直渴望着能有所了解的母亲。
