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我六岁那年夏天爸爸带回来一个女人,爸爸让我叫那个女人妈妈。我已经忘了我的妈妈长什么样子,不过我知道,那个女人不是我的妈妈。我低头看着地面,紧紧闭着嘴。傍晚的阳光照进堂屋里,细细的一道。我看见阳光照射到的地面上,一只蚂蚁爬来爬去,好像迷失了方向。爸爸走过来摸了摸我的后脑勺,说赶紧叫妈。我被爸爸突如其来的触碰弄得红了脸,爸爸从来也没有像这样触碰过我,我只记得我的妈妈像这样触碰过我,妈妈把我抱
When I was six years old, my dad brought a woman back home. Dad made me call that woman mom. I have forgotten what my mom looks like, but I know that woman is not my mom. I looked down at the ground, shut my mouth tightly. Evening sunshine into the hall, a thin together. I saw the sun shone on the ground, an ant crawling around, as if lost in the direction. Dad came and touched my back of the head, said quickly called mother. I was blushing by my father’s sudden touches, and my dad never touched me like that, I just remember my mom touched me like that, my mom took me