Since my sister is so different from me—or since I' m so different from her—we aren't very close. The older we get, the busier we become, and the less we see of each other, even though we live only half a mile apart. When we do get together, I feel that she's holding her breath and waiting for me to do or say something "wrong" while I'm walking on eggshells and praying that I don't. But inevitably, I do.

妹妹和我相差三岁半，但是生活方式的不同将我们隔离开来。她保守、安静，而我总是在冒险，我唯一真正安静的时候就是睡觉时。我成年后的大多数时间，总是在向妹妹和其他家人道歉，为我的另类，为我的穿着让他们尴尬，有时候是因为做事不当，有时候是因为说错话。

因为妹妹和我不一样---或者说因为我跟她不一样---我们并不是很亲密。年龄越大，人就越忙，我们见面的机会也越少，尽管我们的住处只有半里远。每次我们在一起时，我总能感到她屏住呼吸，等着我做错事或说错话，这时候我总是如履薄冰，祈祷自己没错。但是不可避免的是，我总是错了。

Because my sister seemed the least upset with my summer plans, I humbly asked her for a ride to the airport. "No problem, " she said casually, "but don't tell Dad! " I smiled and agreed. It's not that our father is some kind of tyrant. We know that he loves us very much; that's evident from all the sacrifices he has made for us. I would not have gone to law school if it weren't for him. He's just worried and has a hard time separating his worry from his love.

On the way to the airport the next day, my sister was quiet as usual. But for the first time since I'd decided to go, she started asking questions about my trip: where I was planning to travel, where I was going to stay. She seemed truly interested.

因为看起来，妹妹最不担心我的暑期计划，我谦恭地请她开车送我去机场。“没问题，”她轻描淡写地说，“但是别告诉爸爸！”我微笑地答应了她。并不是因为父亲有些专政，我知道他很爱我们，从他为我们所做的牺牲就可以看得出来。如果不是因为他，我是不会去法学院学习的。他只是担心，并且难以将担心和爱区分开来。

第二天去机场的路上，妹妹很安静，像往常那样。在我决定离开后，这是她第一次问我有关旅行的问题：准备去哪旅行？住在哪？她看起来很感兴趣。

My family is not big on emotional goodbyes, so with a "have a good time" and a quick "love you too, " my sister was gone. I was sad because I felt she just couldn't understand. I wished at that moment that she could come with me, but I knew she wouldn't.

I checked in, took my seat and started to get organized. I glanced inside my bag which my sister had loaded in the trunk before we left for the airport. There, along with my passport, traveler's checks and other important items, was a small white envelope with "Kath" written on it in my sister's handwriting. I opened the envelope and found a bon voyage card. It was a lighthearted, funny card with a cartoon on the front. Most cards my family members give are funny cards, and this was no different—or so I thought.

我的家人不太擅长煽情式的离别，说了“玩的开心”及很快的一句“我也爱你”后，妹妹就回去了。我感到伤心，因为我感到她并不理解我。我希望那时她能和我一起去，但我知道，她不会的。

办理登机手续，找到座位，开始整理东西。我匆匆看了我的袋子的里面，出发去机场前，妹妹把它放入了旅行箱。那里，和我的护照、旅行支票和其他重要物品在一起的，是一封小小的白色信封，上面写着“凯思”，是我妹妹的笔迹。我打开信封，是一张送行卡。这是一张让人心情愉快、有趣的卡片，前面是一幅卡通画。我家人送出的卡片都是趣味性的，这个也没什么不同--或者我是这么想的。

When I opened the card and read what was inside, I realized that my sister—who I had decided just couldn't understand—actually did understand. It seemed there was a small part of her that wished she were me, maybe a small part of her that always had wished she were me. The card was blank except for what my sister had written:

I really admire you for experiencing life in such a full way.
I love you.
Your sister,
Kristy

当我打开这张卡片，读里面的文字，我才意识到我的妹妹--我刚刚认定并不理解我的人--事实上是理解的。看起来她身上的一小部分希望她就是我，或者她身上的一小部分一直都

希望她就是我。这张卡片上什么都没有，除了我妹妹写的这句话：

我真的很羡慕你，可以以这样圆满的方式体验生活！
我爱你
你的妹妹
克里斯蒂