一位新晉爸爸的獨白英語美文

I recently became a father, and I have a confession to make: I’m not sure I like my son very much.

最近我晉升成了一位“父親”，而我得坦白：我不確定是否真的喜歡自己的“兒子”。

First of all, he was born a teenager, which is a hellish experience for any parent. The sullen silences. The indifference. The disappearing for days on end with not a word of explanation or apology.

首先，他生下來就是青少年了，他悶悶不樂、沉默寡言;對什麼都很冷淡;無故消失幾天，還沒有任何解釋或道歉，這對於任何父母來説都是噩夢般的經歷。

I hear myself turning into my own father, shouting: “You treat this place like a hotel!” Which is fine if you’re on your own, but in public? Not so much. Especially when you’re yelling it at a phone screen. People on the subway tend to back away …

我發現我如父親對我那般，衝他大吼：“你把這個地方當成旅館了嗎!”如果當時周圍沒有其他人，這樣也沒什麼，但是如果是在公共場合呢?那就不太好了。尤其是當你面對手機屏幕大喊大叫的時候，地鐵裏的人往往會退避三舍……

All he does is take. I spend every clover leaf I have on food and gifts, and place them lovingly in his backpack as he prepares for another one of his vanishing acts and what do I get in return? Zero. Nada. Not so much as a “thank you” or “see you later”.

他只是一味地索取。當他準備再次消失的時候，我所能做的只是花光所有的“三葉草”為他準備食品和禮物，再滿懷愛意地將它們放入他的揹包，而我又能得到什麼回報呢?沒有，什麼都沒有。連一聲“謝謝”和“再見”都沒有。

And I’m also worried he might have fallen in with a bad crowd. There’s a little mouse chick he hangs around with sometimes. Occasionally, when he can be bothered, he sends me postcards of them together, traipsing around temples or hot springs, on my dime.

我還擔心他可能會跟人學壞。他有時候會和一隻老鼠小妞廝混。偶爾，當他願意費心時，他會給我寄他和那隻老鼠的明信片，上面是他們在寺廟或温泉漫步的照片，用我的錢。

But I’m guessing they must argue a lot because she often refuses to travel with him, judging by the number of times he’s alone in the pictures.

不過從照片中他獨自一人的'次數可以看出，老鼠經常拒絕和他一起旅行，所以我猜他們一定經常吵架。

But the one I really don’t trust is a butterfly. That one is a total gold-digger, leading him astray with her fancy wings. He doesn’t see her very often, probably because she’s off with one of her other, richer boys.

但是我真正不信任的還是那隻蝴蝶。她就是個十足的拜金女，用她華麗的翅膀迷惑他，將他引入歧途。他很少能見到她，可能是因為她和其他更有錢的男孩走了。

I’ve tried to warn him about her, that she’s using him for his clover leafs, but he ignores me, as usual. He just slumps at the table, eating the food I’ve made him or sharpening a pencil that looks suspiciously like a knife, but I try not to think about that.

我試着警告過他，這隻蝴蝶只是想要他的“三葉草”罷了，可是他和往常一樣，無視我。他只是趴在桌子上，吃着我給他做的食物，或者削着鉛筆。那支鉛筆被他削得鋒利的像一把刀，但我試着控制自己不要胡思亂想。

And don’t get me started on the snail kid or that bumblebee. What a couple of freeloaders! They show up at the front door at all hours, completely unannounced, and I’m supposed to feed them like it’s no big deal.

更別提那蝸牛小子和蜜蜂了。他們就是來吃白食的!總是毫無預兆地出現在我家門口，讓我給他們餵食，好像這是理所應當的。

"What about your parents, what’s going on with you two?" I ask them. But they’re as bad as my son. No answers.

我問他們：“你們的父母呢?你們倆怎麼了?”但是他們就和我“兒子”一樣冷淡，沒有任何迴應。

I’ve asked other parents about this and they report similar incidents of insolence. Apparently there is also a turtle who’s a major culprit but I haven’t met him yet.

我也問過其他父母這件事，他們反映也遇到了這樣的情況。似乎還有一隻烏龜，他才是罪魁禍首，但是我還沒見過他。

On the plus side, my son is quite creative. He’s always at his desk, writing. I have no idea what, of course, he never lets me read anything.

但是我“兒子”也有好的一面，他非常有創造力。他總是趴在桌子上寫東西。當然，我並不知道他在寫什麼，他從不給我看。

There’s always the possibility that I’m just jealous. My son has a far better social life than I do. Maybe I’m the one with the problem. Because my son doesn’t seem to have a care in the world.

其實我可能只是在嫉妒我“兒子”。因為他的社交生活比我豐富多了。可能我才是那個有問題的人，我的兒子似乎活得無憂無慮。