我和6岁的妹妹卡莉来到爷爷家里,请他在感恩节的晚上和我们一家共进晚餐。他笔直地坐在那把有靠背的椅子里,粗壮的胳膊放在面前的桌子上,混浊的目光越过我,定格在对面的墙上。冬日的阳光透过那落满尘埃的厨房窗户照进来,照在他的身上,使他显得更加颓丧和苍老。他是一个典型的旧式意大利乡下人, My 6-year-old sister, Carly, came to my grandfather’s house and asked him to have dinner with our family on Thanksgiving’s night. He sat straight in the backrest chair, his thick arm resting on the table in front of him, his cloudy eyes over me, and he fixed himself on the opposite wall. The winter sunshine shines in through the dusty kitchen window, shining on him, making him even more depressed and old. He is a typical old Italian countryman,