要勇敢些，我想象着母亲这样对我说。

    Be a big boy. Be still. The judge banged his gavel.

    要理智，要镇静。法官砸下了法槌。

    “Objections?” he said, peering at the lawyer standing beside me.

    “有异议吗？”他问道,注视着我身边的律师。

    "No, Your Honor,” my lawyer responded. “No objections."

    “没有，法官大人，”我的律师回答道：“没有异议。”

    "Well then, motion granted. Child's detention is ordered continued."

    “那么，动议被批准。该儿童的监护权继续保留。”

    My mother hadn't interrupted. She hadn't run to me. She was 24 years old, descended from a line of impoverished women, educated to the tenth grade, abandoned by a husband, gripped by mental illness. She could do nothing more than be judged.

    我的母亲没有说一句话 ......