妈妈得走出去,得认识人,得想办法过下去。刚来美国那会儿,我妈是个虔诚的基督徒,每周日雷打不动地拖着我去教会。我们那儿地方小,教会也小,每次就固定几十人,偶尔来个新人格外扎眼。某次礼拜前,我和妈妈刚坐下,一个中年妇女过来,问我旁边有人吗。我说没有,朝妈妈方向挤了挤给她让出位子,同时下意识瞥了眼后面好几排的空椅子。 Mom must go out, get to know people, have to find ways to go on. When I first came to the United States, my mom was a devout Christian who dragged me to the church every Sunday. Where we are small, the church is small, fixed dozens of people each time, and occasionally a new roar extravagant. A few days ago, my mom and I just sat down, a middle-aged woman came and asked someone next to me. I said no, squeezed her out of her seat in the direction of her mother, and unconsciously glimpsed a few rows of empty chairs behind her eyes.