The Enigmatic Gift from My Mother母親的神秘禮物

Few years ago， I built a writing studio in my backyard. One hundred square feet， four windows and a door. I painted it gray to match the main， bigger house， dragged in a couch and a desk， put up some shelves that I filled with books， a lamp， and a small birdhouse my mother had given me that had been too long in the elements. When I picked up the birdhouse， a nail slipped out and a roof slat fell off. Exposure had left it fragile as an egg shell and I worried that if it fell to pieces， I could never put it back together. The delicate structure would never withstand the tapping of a hammer， so I pushed the nail back into place with my thumb and it seemed to hold.

幾年前，我在后院修了一個寫作工作室。（剩余5202字）