母亲的手

As teenagers we live in a different world from our mothers, a world where mothers hang out on the peripheries. Of course, almost everyone has one; they are unavoidable annoyances.

Today, as I approach that edge, as I am the one with the teenage daughter, I look at my mother through different eyes. And I sometimes wish I could halt the years and stop her from growing older, stop her from repeating herself.

作为孩子，我们生活在和母亲不同的世界里，生活在一个由母亲监控的世界里。当然，几乎每个人都有一个这样的世界，这是不可避免的烦恼。

现在，当我也处在监控的位置上，当我也成为一个女孩的母亲时，我开始从另一个角度来看我的母亲。有时候，我希望自己能够让时间停止，让我的母亲不再变得衰老，让她不再一遍遍地唠叨。