昨天傍晚,一進家門,老娘開始張羅晚餐,梅小獸照例先到洗碗槽洗手。

突然間,聽見小獸很驚奇、急切的語氣:「馬麻!怎麼天空是紫色?趕快來看!快嘛!」

“Wow! Mama! The sky is all purple! How come?! Come and look!” I heard Beam exclaiming in shock, in a nice way. She’d just finished washing hands at the kitchen sink.

原想說聲「很好~」來敷衍了事,轉頭見到那雙滿是認真的水靈靈大眼睛,不由得為自己的苟且心態而羞愧。於是放下手中食材,走了過去。。。哇!真的耶,整個天空被暈染成紫紅色的,還帶著幾乎看不出的橙色調。

My hands were full with the ingredients for dinner, and I really would like to concentrate on my work. “That’s nice!” should be nurturing enough, eh? But when mine met with her sparkling eyes, the enthusiasm made me feel ashamed of my insincerity.

I emptied my hands and walked over… Wow! The sky was really purplish mixed with some very light shade of orange.

小獸看著我:「為甚麼?」難不成準備打破砂鍋?

腦袋裡只有晚餐的老娘,嗯嗯啊啊了幾秒,不甚肯定地回應:「欸~不知道捏,也許表示明天濕度升高了?」心中其實暗暗祈禱砂鍋不要破!

“Why is it purple?” Beam looked at me very curiously.

“Er… Mm… I don’t know. Maybe it’s gonna be more humid tomorrow?” To be frank, I felt foolish and unsure under her seemingly piercing gaze.

小獸把視線轉回窗外,精緻的小臉蛋若有所思,終於以一種洞察世態的口吻下結論:「我想是公公和咪嚕在跟我們打招呼呢。」

Beam turned her eyes back out of the window. My answer is so not romantic and dull, supposedly. Looking as if she’d pondered for centuries, Beam concluded explicitly, “Maybe it’s Gong Gong and Meeloo saying HELLO! to us.”

Hello, Gong GOng and Meeloo!! ^_^

想起這首「Angels, Roses, and Rain」–

Last night my little girl came to my bedroom
I heard her whisper softly from the door
Mommy, I can’t sleep cause I miss papa
Does papa miss me like he did before

I took her in my arms and then I told her
Darling, papa misses you the same
But little girls and mommies cry with teardrops
Angels cry with roses and with rain

Angels cry roses and rain
Angels don’t know any pain
So darling when you hear your papa’s name
Think of angels, roses , and rain and rain
Angels, roses , and rain

This morning she was playing in the kitchen
Then she took her doll and went outside
I watched her as she walked among the roses
I saw a little sadness in her eyes

But then I heard the rain drop on the window
And softly as the clouds that moved above
My little girl picked up her doll and whispered
That’s the way my papa sends his love

Angels cry roses and rain
Angels don’t know any pain
So darling when you hear your papa’s name
Think of angels, roses and rain and rain
Angels cry roses and rain
Angels don’t know any pain
So darling when you hear your papa’s name
Think of angels, roses, and rain
Angels, roses and rain
Angels, roses and rain