我第三次见到那小女孩时,她依然穿着那套陈旧然而干净的牛仔服。她弓着身子,拿着一块深灰色抹布擦洗着我的车轮,蹲在地上的她显得瘦小单薄。我以为她是家境困难,想通过这种方式赚点钱。我拍拍她的短发跟她打招呼,她惊恐地站起来,将双手反背在身后,红着脸跟我打招呼: “您好!莫伦先生,我叫莎丽尔”。我一边打开车门一边掏钱打算付给莎丽尔小费,但是莎丽尔却紧张地摇头说:“莫伦先生,我并不是想要您的钱”我看着紧张而羞怯的莎丽尔,开玩笑说:“难道,你是想跟我交朋友?”她咯咯笑出声来:“因为,您跟我爸爸长得很像!” When I met the little girl for the third time, she was still wearing the old but clean jeans. She hunched over and scrubbed my dark wheels with a dark gray rag. She was thin and thin on her knees. I thought she was in a difficult family situation and wanted to make some money in this way. I patted her short hair to greet her. She stood up in horror, put her hands behind her back and greeted me blushing: “Hello, Mr. Morron, my name is Shariel.” As I opened the door, I was willing to pay for Shari’s tip, but Shariel shook her head nervously. “Mr. Moron, I don’t want your money.” I looked at Shariel who was nervous and ashamed. Jokingly said: “Do you want to make friends with me?” She giggled: “Because you are like my father!”