在我小的时候,我们住在阿巴拉契亚山区,父亲是一座小煤矿的工人。父亲劳作得很辛苦,但我们还是很穷。那年感恩节,爸爸拿不出任何一点钱和食物,我们一家人只好对着昏暗的油灯发呆。这时,突然有人敲响了我们的家门,我去开门,只见一个男人正站在那里,他的左脸上有一颗肉痣,这使他的脸看上去有些怪异。他拿着一大盒烤饼还有半只熟火鸡对我说:“拿去吧,这是给你们的!” When I was a kid, we lived in the Appalachian mountains and his father was a worker in a small coal mine. My father worked very hard, but we are still poor. Thanksgiving that year, my father could not get any money and food, our family had a daze in front of the dim oil lamp. Suddenly someone knocked on our door, and I went to open the door. I saw a man standing there, a mole on his left face, which made his face look weird. He took a large box of scones and a half-cooked turkey and said to me: “Take it, this is for you!”