Every morning, no matter how late he had been up, my father rose at 5:30, went to his study, wrote for a couple of hours, made us all breakfast, read the paper with my mother, and then went back to work for the rest of the morning. Many years passed before I realized that he did this by choice, for a living, and that he was not unemployed or mentally ill.
每天早上，不管起得多晚，父亲都会在五点半起床，去书房写几个小时的书，给我们做早餐，和母亲一起看报纸，然后回去工作。许多年过去了，我才意识到，他这样做是出于自己的选择，是为了谋生，而且他没有失业，也没有精神疾病。
