My 15-year-old son came bounding in from school and found me in bed. "Don't you feel well, Mom?" he asked with concern. "No, I don't，" I said. "Well, don't you worry about dinner," he reassured¹ me. "I'll carry you down to the stove."

我十五岁的儿子连跑带颠地跑回家里发现我躺在床上。“妈妈，您觉得不舒服吗？”他关心地问。“是的，我有点不舒服，”我说。“那么，您别担心晚饭了。”他向我打保票说：“我可以把你背到楼下的炉灶前去。”