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The air was dark and cold as we walked to the car in heavy silence. I got in and closed the door. Dad started the engine and drove out of the parking lot as he looked straight ahead. Then he whispered in a sad and faraway voice, "My daughter... a thief"
天又黑又冷，我们一声不吭地朝车走去。我坐进车里，关上了车门。爸爸把车发动起来，开出停车场，眼睛一直盯着前方。然后，他悲伤而恍惚地嘀咕起来：“我的女儿……，一个小偷……”
I melted into repentant tears. The five-mile drive felt like forever. As we drove into our driveway, I saw my mom's silhouette at the back door.
我不禁后悔地哭起来。五里的路却感觉永无尽头。当我们开车进入我家的车道时，我看到了站在门后的妈妈。
More shame came in a tidal wave.
更加强烈的羞愧之情像浪潮般席卷而来。
After we entered the house, Dad finally spoke to me. "Let's go into the living room." Mom and Dad sat together on the couch, and I sat, alone, in the stiff wingback chair.
我们进入房子后，爸爸终于跟我说话了。“我们去客厅吧。”妈妈和爸爸一起坐在沙发上， 我单独坐在那张坚硬的靠背椅上。
Dad ran his fingers through his hair, linked our eyes and asked me, "Why?"
爸爸用手指拢了拢头发，眼睛盯着我问道：“为什么呢？”
I told him about the first time I stole a tube of lipstick and how I felt equal amounts of thrill and guilt. Then the second time, when I took a teen magazine, the guilt faded as the thrill grew. I told them about the third time, and the fourth and the tenth. Part of me wanted to stop the confession, but it gushed out like an open fire hydrant. I said, "Each time I stole, it got easier—until now. I can see how wrong it was." Hot tears bit my face as I said, "Please forgive me. I'll never do it again. Stealing was easy; getting caught is hard."
我告诉他，我第一次偷唇膏时，感觉既兴奋又愧疚。第二次时，我偷了一本青少年杂志，内疚感消退了，刺激感增加了。我告诉他们第三次、第四次和第十次的偷窃情况。我有点想停止这样的坦白，但它就像打开的消防栓一样难以阻挡。我说：“我每次偷窃都觉得越来越容易——直到现在。我知道这是不对的。”我满脸泪水地说：“请原谅我。我再不会做那种事情了。偷很容易，被逮到后的感觉很难受！”
