My Mother’s Dal

Sandwiches

三明治

Priya lives in London. She is twenty-seven. She is from Mumbai, in India.

普里亚住在伦敦。她二十七岁。她来自印度的孟买。

She has a new job in a big office. She has a small apartment with a very small kitchen.

她在一家大办公室有新工作。她有一个小公寓，厨房很小。

Every day at one o’clock, Priya eats a sandwich at her desk. A cheese sandwich. An egg sandwich. A chicken sandwich.

每天一点钟，普里亚在桌子前吃三明治。一个奶酪三明治。一个鸡蛋三明治。一个鸡肉三明治。

“London is great,” she thinks. “But a sandwich every day? I miss home.”

“伦敦很好，”她想。“但是每天吃三明治？我想家。”

In the evening, she calls her mother on video. Her mother’s face is on the phone screen.

晚上，她给妈妈打视频电话。妈妈的脸在手机屏幕上。

“Priya! Are you eating?” asks her mother.

“普里亚！你在吃饭吗？”妈妈问。

“Yes, Mum. I eat a sandwich every day.”

“是的，妈妈。我每天吃一个三明治。”

“A sandwich? That is not food. That is bread.”

“三明治？那不是饭。那是面包。”

Priya laughs. “It is food in London, Mum.”

普里亚笑了。“在伦敦这是饭，妈妈。”

“What do you want for dinner? Tell me.”

“晚饭你想吃什么？告诉我。”

Priya thinks. “Your dal, Mum. I want your dal.”

普里亚想了想。“你的dal，妈妈。我想吃你的dal。”

Her mother smiles. “My dal is easy. You can make it.”

妈妈笑了。“我的dal很容易做。你可以做。”

“Can I?”

“我可以吗？”