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,但是我们还是很穷。那是一个感恩节,爸爸想给我们更多的快乐,可是他却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,他的左脸上有一个肉痣,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 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. It was a Thanksgiving, and Dad wanted to give us more happiness, but he could not get any money and food, and our family was in a daze against the dimly lit lamp. Suddenly someone rang our door and I went to open the door and saw a man standing there with a mole on his left face that made his face look weird. He had a big box of scones and a half-cooked turkey on me