关于 Where Reasons End,可能包含剧透或敏感内容
So you’ve settled in? he said.
Settled into what, I thought, days without him?
I mean the house.
We’re like three little peas in a giant pod, I said.
The week before, I had explained to a friend that Nikolai could fill a space better than the rest of us combined. We had imagined a life in the house together, his cookies and cakes baking in the oven, his flowers blossoming in the garden, his music filling the house, his leaving and homecoming both cherished because what we had wanted most for him was the liberty to depart and the freedom to return. Mommy, I’m going to live with you until I turn seventy-three, he had said when he was three. No, no, I had said, you’ll change your mind. Soon after, not yet four, he had changed his mind. I’m ready to move out, he had told me. No, no, I had said, you’re still young.
看得好伤心,但是她写出来的这个早慧的年轻的复杂的小孩真的很好看…