When I was growing up, I idolised my father. I thought his ghost followed me around the house. I had been told how he adored me, how I was funny, just like him. Because of our lovely Catholic upbringing, I secretly assumed that he would eventually come back, like our good friend Jesus.
当我长大的时候，我把父亲当了偶像。 我以为他的鬼魂在屋子后面跟着我。 有人告诉我他是怎么崇拜我的，就像他一样我很有趣。 由于我们可爱的天主教教养，我暗中假设他最终会像我们的好朋友耶稣一样回来。