那天,我听见安东尼的一双细长腿从地下室蹬上12级的楼梯。一、二、三、四,五。那正是“备受煎熬”的时期,就好像孩子是别人生的,而我却得给他当母亲。当我16岁的儿子拐过墙角、冲进厨房的时候,我正在做午饭。我警惕地抬起头。最近我们每次碰面气氛都很紧张,就像水坝要决堤。这次又会是什么问题?音乐?朋友?身体刺穿?夜生活?我觉得我快撑不住了。 That day, I heard a pair of slender legs of Anthony stepping up the 12-level staircase from the basement. One, two, three, four, five. That is exactly the period of “suffering”, as if the child was born of someone else, and I had to give him a mother. When my 16-year-old son turned to the corner and burst into the kitchen, I was making lunch. I looked up alertly. Recently every time we meet the atmosphere is very tight, like the dam to burst the bank. What’s the problem with this time? Music? Friends? Body piercing? Nightlife? I think I could not stand it any further.