What hurt most was that Haley didn’t picture me playing with her. I would try sometimes. I’d sit down at the tea party, but soon my mind would be running to all the things I had to get done—laundry, e-mails, dinner, work. I guess I just wasn’t very imaginative. And no wonder. I lived in the real world 24/7. We read books together at night and I always admired her artwork, but as the latest batch showed, I wasn’t in any of the pictures with her, as though I just did the chores, making the peanut-butter sandwiches and serving as chauffeur, yet never really connecting.
需要说明的是写这段文字的作者女儿是7岁。