有被歪曲了好幾層。
女兒最近很喜歡老師的課堂討論關於Allen Poe的 The Tell Tale Heart。說是大師所有故事集裏寫的最好的一篇。
然後她的老師就布置寫一篇類似 Tell Tale的詩歌。
女兒怎麽動筆都寫不出來那個韻味。然後LD就拿我作為題材，看得我火冒三丈，女兒要是照抄，那我在她老師心中的形象豈不是又繼續直落三丈？
The Tell Tale Tiger Mom
As I look upon the words and feel the beating of the heart "boom - boom" I am struck with fear! For I know that sound, I know that telltale call, but for me， it's the call of a tiger mom shouting "what is your score? what is your score?" or the deepy fearful sounds of "why did you not do your chores? chores? chores!". Or the dreaded early morning call on the edge of slumber "Sophia? Sophia! SOPHIA!". My classmates just can not understand what it's like listening to the telltale call of expectations beyond mortal reason. I am cursed to bear the history of my forefathers, and worse, my foremothers, an unbroken line of hard labor and straight A's. My telltale is a call of woe "where are your grades, where are my A's, there are winners and there are B students, which are you? which are you!" My only escape is jumping through a pinhole, this pinhole is acceptance to Harvard, Yale, or in the worse case Rice university, but deep down I know the telltale call of "Scores, Chores, A's" will follow me until I unburden myself onto my daughter with the history of their foremothers.
