My 15-year-old son came bounding in from school and found me in bed. "Don't you feel well, Mom?" he asked with concern. "No, I don't," I said. "Well, don't you worry about dinner," he reassured me. "I'll carry you down to the stove."
我十五歲的兒子連跑帶顛地跑回家里發(fā)現(xiàn)我躺在床上。“媽媽,您覺得不舒服嗎?”他關(guān)心地問。“是的,我有點不舒服,”我說。“那么,您別擔心晚飯了。”他向我打保票說:“我可以把你背到樓下的爐灶前去。”