Most dawns, smiling wide, Ma hugged

大部分的黎明，笑容灿烂，马云拥抱着她-“早上好，我的特殊女孩”-他们两个像舞蹈一样走来走去做家务。有时马会唱民歌或引用童谣：“这只小猪去了市场。” 或者，她将Kya变成一个令人讨厌的虫子，脚踩在胶合板地板上，直到电池供电的收音机的音乐消失，听起来好像是在桶底唱歌。

大多数黎明，面带微笑，妈妈拥抱了她——"早上好，我特别的女孩"——他们两个在家务里移动着，像跳舞一样。有时马唱民歌或引用童谣："这小猪去市场。或者她会把Kya摆动成一只抖动的虫子，他们的脚砰的一声敲打胶合板地板，直到电池供电的收音机的音乐响起，听起来像是在桶底唱歌。

Most dawns, smiling wide, Ma hugged her—“Good morning, my special girl”—and the two of them moved about the chores, dancelike. Sometimes Ma sang folk songs or quoted nursery rhymes: “This little piggy went to market.” Or she’d swing Kya into a jitterbug, their feet banging the plywood floor until the music of the battery-operated radio died, sounding as if it were singing to itself at the bottom of a barrel.<br>