It's an old photograph with bad composition and lousy color. The edges are curled up and brown. But none of that matters. The photo is laced with poignant memories so vivid that when my gaze slides across it, tears prick at the backs of my

我又一次陷于两头都够不上的中间境遇，作为六个孩子中的老四，很多事情对我来说不是因为年龄太小，就是太大而不合适。那天夜里就是这样。我的两个小兄弟在屋里睡觉，我的另外三个长兄和姐姐在拐角与小伙伴们玩，而我以至不