Ｍｙ Ｔｈｒｅｅ Ｙｅａｒｓ ａｓ ａ Ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ Ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ

愛女所愛，恨女所恨。失去友人父母之寵雖讓人懷念，但也讓人明白愛的光環越耀眼，照射的邊界越分明。

When I turned 29， my parents called from Boise with birthdaywishes， but they soon moved on to how the wildfires in Idahowere the worst they had seen in years. Their voices weresomehow softer for the distance， and I knew they had more pressing thingson their minds than their grown daughter's birthday.