“为什么我一定要和琳达同住一间屋子呢？”十二岁那年，我这样问过母亲。至少在我看来，我那才七岁的妹妹还是个小孩子。妹妹晚上比我睡得早，而她上床就得关灯，如果我还想看书的话就只得借助手， 电筒了，而且还得藏在被窝里。 我悄悄梦想：要是我是家里唯一的小孩，能够拥 “Why do I have to live in a room with Linda?” I asked my mother that way when I was 12 years old. At least in my opinion, my seven-year-old sister was still a child. My sister slept earlier than I did in the evening, and she had to turn off the light when she went to bed. If I wanted to read a book, I had to rely on my hand, the flashlight, and I had to hide it in bed. I quietly dreamed: If I were the only child in my family, I could