但劳拉躺下了一会儿后还没睡着。她听着爸爸柔声弹奏着小提琴；听着大丛林的风声。

But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods.

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我独自坐在车里，听着那些让人陷入回忆的歌曲。回忆里有我被人叫做“爸爸”的日子，还有来自孩子们的挑战：“爸爸，像我刚才那样从这根木头上过河。”

I sat alone in my car, listening to songs that brought back memories... memories of the days when I was "Daddy", and of challenging 12 dares to "Walk across the 13 creek on this log like me, Dad!"

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那是我一生都不会忘记的一次谈话，我说'听着，爸爸坐的飞机出了事，他再也不会回家了。'

And of course, it’s a conversation I will never forget. I told him, ‘Listen, there was an accident with Daddy’s plane, and he’s not coming home.’

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