So we start with my father as a boy barely spoke a word of english fell in love from a distance. He watched her working from the back fence. 因此，我们开始与我的父亲是个男孩几乎没有讲英语的一个词在爱情从远处下跌。他看着她从后面围墙的工作。

He learned some words and some clever turns of phrase from his father's book of poets. 他学会了一些单词和诗人父亲的书短语一些聪明的转弯。

She wasn't taken in that instant, but grew impressed with his persistence. 她没有采取在那一瞬间，但长大与他的执着打动。

   

They met each other out by moonlight, made love in the nearby woods, then her folks became suspicious when her cycle broke that settled it. 他们见过面由月光下，在附近的树林里做了爱，那么她的乡亲们起了疑心，当她的周期爆发的解决它。

They stole away without their goodbyes, got married in a foreign town, made their way as best as they could. Found jobs and settled down. And then time moved on. 他们偷不走他们的告别，在异国小镇结婚，他们的方式是最好的，他们可以。找到工作并定居下来。再一次提出。

   

I was born in a river of blood on sheets from the wedding day. 我出生在血液从结婚那天张河。

The room was dark and the stench was thick. 房间里一片漆黑，恶臭是厚。

My father couldn't stand the smell of it. 我父亲受不了它的味道。

Mama died in the night cause the nearest doctor couldn't stem the blood loss. 妈妈在夜里去世导致最近的医生无法阻止失血。

Father cried out on the back porch. 父亲哭了出来在后阳台。

My sister held me at the neighbor's house. 我妹妹在邻居家抱着我。

Oh my there was a storm then, there was a flood of a different kind. 噢，我有一个暴风雨后，有一个洪水别样的。

Father's eyes were often vacant, but his hands were rarely quiet. 父亲的眼睛常常空缺，但他手上有很少安静。

Sister learned to take her hits well, both from life and the physical kind. 姐姐学会了带她去打不好，无论是从生活和身体的一种。

But I was never one to lie down, despite picked the fight. 但是我从来不会躺下，尽管选择了战斗。

So we designed our hells. 因此，我们设计了地狱。

   

Father turned into a drinker, a dark bastard with a wooden heart. 父亲变成了一个酒鬼，一个黑暗的混蛋用木棍心脏。

Sister learned to be a mother, before she never played another part. 姐姐学会了做一个母亲，她以前从来没有打过的另一部分。

And I became a little terror, I lashed out at whatever's around. 我变得有点恐怖，我抨击任何的身边。

Took some time before I settled, to find a mind that was somewhat sound. 花了一段时间我才尘埃落定，找到了心灵的有点声音。

And like it always does, time rushed on. 而像它总是这样，时间就赶到。

   

Six years later father dies in the very same bedroom. 六年后，父亲去世，在同样的寝室。

Many said it was the grief that did it. 许多人说这是做到了的悲痛。

I have to say it's cause he hung himself. 我不得不说这是因为他上吊自杀。

To be honest neither sister nor myself ever much reqret his passing. 说实话没有姐妹，又不是我自己曾经多少reqret他的传球。

But I admit it was a nice thing, to always know that we could feed ourselves. 不过，我承认这是一件很好的事，总是知道我们能养活自己。