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I looked at my father's sugar-crusted hands, his shocked eyes, and I knew that I was breaking his heart. It was the worst time to say anything, to just blurt it out like this while we were cooking and preparing the house for guests—especially because my father was busy doing the one thing that I was about to tell them that I would never do. But I couldn't hold it in any longer, and I needed to say something now, otherwise I would just be delaying the inevitable and probably have an anxiety-caused breakdown in the meantime.
我看着父亲糖霜般的手,他震惊的眼睛,我知道我伤透了他的心。这是最糟糕的说话时机,当我们做饭和为客人准备房子时,就这样脱口而出——尤其是因为我父亲正忙于做一件我要告诉他们我永远不会做的事。但我再也忍不住了,我现在需要说些什么,否则,我只会推迟不可避免的事情,在此期间可能会因为焦虑而崩溃。
We were standing in the kitchen while my family was scattered around the living room tidying up, pretending not to listen and clearly listening: Soft footsteps approached, and my mother was now with us in the kitchen. “What is this, Beta?” she said. She was shocked; I was ashamed.
我们站在厨房里,而我的家人分散在客厅里整理,假装不听,清晰地听着:脚步声轻轻地走近,我妈妈现在和我们一起在厨房里。“这是什么,贝塔?”她说。她很震惊;我很惭愧。
“I'm sorry,” I said miserably. “But I can't do it. I'm not good at cooking. Everything I touch comes out wrong,and tastes terrible. Even the simple ladoos I try to make fall apart.
“对不起,”我痛苦地说。“但我做不到。我不擅长烹饪。我接触到的所有东西都会出错,味道也很糟糕。即使是我试着做的简单拉多斯也会散开。”。
“You have to practice, Beta, my father exploded. “You don't practice enough! All you do is sit in your room, and write in that journal...”
“你必须练习,贝塔,”我父亲大发雷霆。“你练习得还不够!你所做的就是坐在房间里,写日记……”
“I want to be a writer.” I cried out what had been reverberating in my mind for the last three years.
“我想成为一名作家。”我大声呼喊着过去三年来一直在我脑海中回响的事情。
My parents were astonished. “The sweet store is your duty, Beta. Your duty to your family. We're counting on you because you are our daughter.” my father spoke as though this was all that needed to be said.
我的父母很惊讶。“糖果店是你的职责,贝塔。你对家人的职责。我们指望你,因为你是我们的女儿。”我父亲说,好像这就是需要说的全部。
My heart sank.
我的心一沉。
My father gave me a hard look. “When your grandfather come