In Baba’s bus, I counted the miles until I’d see her sitting barefoot, arranging cardboard boxes of yellowed encyclopedias, her heels white against the asphalt, silver bracelets jingling around her slender wrists. I’d think of the shadow her hair cast on the ground when it slid off her back and hung down like a velvet curtain. Soraya. Swap Meet Princess. The morning sun to my Yelda.

在Baba的公交車上，我數(shù)著里程數(shù)，直到我看到她光著腳坐著，在整理黃色的百科全書的硬紙板箱子。她的腳后跟被瀝青映襯得很白，柔弱手腕上的銀色手鐲叮當(dāng)作響。我想起她的頭發(fā)滑落她的后背，投射在地面的影子倒懸著就像鵝絨窗簾一樣。Soraya——Swap遇見公主——拯救我Yelda的清晨的太陽。