Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12 All in all, it was a great day. There was the photo. There was the pizza party afterward with all our families. There was the mint-chip ice cream for dessert. And let's not forget the whipped cream with the cherry on top. By the time I got into bed, I was as tired as a bear in the middle of winter. "Knock, knock," I heard my mom say just outside my door. "Come in," I said, with a yawn. She pushed the door open, came in, and sat down on the edge of my bed, tucking the

第十二章总而言之，这是美好的一天。 照片就在那儿。之后我们全家都参加了披萨派对。 甜点是薄荷片冰淇淋。 别忘了上面放着樱桃的鲜奶油。 当我上床的时候，我累得像冬天的熊一样。 “敲敲，敲敲，”我听到妈妈就在我门外说。 “进来吧，”我打了个哈欠说。 她推开门，走了进来，坐在我的床边，把被子掖好

covers up under my chin like she used to do when I was little. "You should feel great right now," she said. "I do," I answered. "Can you believe that my picture is hanging on the bulletin board in the hallway of PS 87? I never thought that would happen." "But you see, honey, it did," she said softly. "Everything you do, Hank, you do in your own way. That's your gift." "Yeah, but a lot of times, that gift gets me into trouble." "You're very special," she whispered. "Never forget that." She gave me a kiss on the forehead and left the room. I heard the door click behind her and felt my eyes get heavy. I felt good all over. The last thought I had before I drifted off to sleep was Hank Zipzer, someday you're going to be somebody.

就像我小时候她经常做的那样 “你现在应该感觉很棒，”她说。 “是的，”我回答。“你能相信我的照片挂在PS 87走廊的公告牌上吗？” 我从没想过会发生这种事。” “可是你看，亲爱的，它的确是这样的。”她轻声说。 “汉克，你做的每件事都有你自己的方式。 这就是你的天赋。”“是啊，但很多时候，这种天赋会给我带来麻烦。” “你很特别，”她低声说。 “别忘了这一点。”她在我额头上吻了一下，然后离开了房间。 我听到她身后的门咔哒一声关上了，我的眼睛变得沉重起来。 我感觉好极了。我昏昏入睡前的最后一个念头是汉克·齐泽尔，总有一天你会出人头地的。