摘要
九岁那年，父母亲把我送上了芝加哥的一辆火车。爸爸给乘务员塞了一些钱，让他一路照看我，直到我到达伊利诺伊州的罗克艾兰。当火车驶进罗克艾兰火车站时，车轮哒哒作响，引擎冒出股股蒸汽，我滑坐到椅子边缘，朝窗外正在等待的人群望去。我的内心充满了骚动与恐惧，因为我看不到任何一张熟悉的面孔。
I was nine years old when my parents put me on a train in Chicago. Dad slipped the porter a few dollars to keep an eye on me until I reached Rock Island, IL. When the train pulled into the Rock lsland station, wheels grinding, puffs of steam coining up from the engine, I slid to the edge of my seat and peered out the window at the people waiting outside. Excitement, then fear moved in because ! didn＇t see a familiar face.
