So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead.

• 于是在感恩节的一个除夕深夜,当我睡在我年轻时候的床上睡觉时,一只亲切熟悉的手踌躇地抚摸过我的脸庞,掠开我额上的头发。