Emily just appeared again. “I’m sorry.” She said.
Emily刚好再次出现。“我很抱歉。”她说。
“It’s okay, they’ll stop soon. I think I can play again tomorrow.”
“没关系的，他们很快就会停下了。我觉得我能明天继续玩。”
She only smiled, but then her smile faded quickly.
她只是微笑着，但她的微笑很快垮了下来。
“Do you want to know something?” I was confused that she asked that.
“你想知道什么吗？”我不明白她为什么那么问。
“Know what? Is it a secret?” I giddily smiled.
“知道什么？秘密吗？”我微笑着但有点迷茫。
“It’s a big secret. Go to Eastview Cemetery.”
“是个大秘密哦。去Eastview公墓吧。”
“Why?” At the time, I didn’t know what a cemetery was.
“为什么？”那时的我并不知道什么是公墓。
“That’s why. Look at the family plot that says ‘Gonzales’.”
“那就是原因所在。去看Gonzales家的墓地吧。”
“Okay, Emily. I’m getting sleepy, I think I’ll go to bed.”
“好的，Emily。我困了，我想我该上床了。”
When I spoke, she was already gone.
话音刚落，她就不见了。
The next morning, I asked my dad what a cemetery was. He gave me a strange look. “Well, why do you want to know that?”
第二天早晨，我问父亲什么是公墓。他奇怪地看着我，“唔，为什么你想知道这个呢？”
“Emily told me to go there. I’m supposed to find something.”
“Emily让我去那儿。我该去那儿找些什么。”
The color drained from his face. My mother was just standing by the refrigerator with one of her ever-so-common “I told you so” looks on her face, clearly directed at my dad. It was Sunday, so he had no work.
他顿时变得脸色苍白。母亲正站在冰箱旁边，一脸“我早就告诉过你”的表情，直视着父亲。那天是周日，所以父亲不用上班。
“I… Guess we can go find what she wants you to look for.” I nodded. He was losing faith in the idea that Emily was imaginary.
“我……猜猜我们会发现什么她希望你寻找的东西。”我点点头。他不再相信Emily只是我虚拟出来的朋友。
When we arrived there, I found a fairly new-looking family plot labeled “Gonzales”. I was just looking around, and though I was young, I already could read very well. I saw an Alfonso Gonzales, born in 1956, and a Rachel Gonzales, born in 1967. Alfonso died in 1987, but it seemed like Rachel, who I guessed was his wife, was still alive. My father had a strange look on his face. His lips flattened and he kept sweeping what hair he had left over his widening bald spot.
当我们抵达时我发现一块标记着“Gonzales”的家族墓地，看起来还很新。我正环顾四周，尽管我还年幼，我已经能自己阅读了。我看到一块墓碑刻着“Alfonso Gonzales，生于1956年”，另一块刻着“Rachel Gonzales，生于1967年”。Alfonso死于1987年，而这块墓碑看起来和Rachel的很像，我猜她是他的未亡人。父亲看起来神色很奇怪。他抿紧嘴唇，不断用手推着斑秃处的头发。
“I found your friend.”
“我发现了你的朋友。”
Emily Gonzales was born on April 3, 1981, and apparently lost her life in July of 1987. She was my first friend, and I will never forget her. Every time I tie my shoes, I remember her smiling brown eyes.
Emily Gonzales，生于1981年4月3日，似乎于1987年7月离世。她是我的第一个朋友，我将永远不会忘记她。每当我系鞋带时，我都会回忆起她微笑时的眉眼弯弯。
After that day, I didn’t see her very much anymore.
从那天起，我再也没有见过她。
“Do you know?” She asked.
“你知道吗？”她问。
I tried so hard to smile. I tried so very hard to smile, but all I could do was cry.
我是努力着试图微笑。我是如此努力地想要微笑出来，但我唯一做到的只是哭泣。
She couldn’t grow up with me; she would be trapped there until her spirit could rest.
她无法与我一起长大，除非她的灵魂能够安息，否则她将一直被束缚在那里。
In 1987, there was a fire in the same yard we lived in. Alfonso ran into the house to rescue Emily, and both of them perished in the fire. I asked my dad if I could go meet Rachel, but he only told me that wouldn’t be very nice.
1987年，一起火灾发生在现在我家后院的地方。Alfonso冲入房子想救出Emily，却双双丧身火海。我问父亲是否能去见见Rachel，但他只是告诉我那可能不太合适。
The next spring, though my sightings of Emily became more and more sparse, I never forgot her. I still had dreams of what it would be like to grow up with her, what it would be like to go to school with her, and even what kind of mother she would’ve been. Every time I woke from those dreams, I would cry.
来年春天，尽管Emily出现在我面前的机会越来越少，我从未忘记她。我依然梦见自己怎样和她一起成长，梦见自己如何与她一同上学，甚至梦见她会成为怎样的母亲。每当我从这些梦境中醒来，我都会落泪。
She could never have that. Death was so mean.
她永远不能拥有这些机会。死亡是如此残忍。
Around that time, my father decided it was time to move. He wanted me to go to school in a better neighborhood, as gang activity in that part of San Antonio was on the rise.
那段时间，父亲决定搬家。鉴于圣安东尼奥市的帮派活动愈加频繁，他希望我能在更好的地方上学。
“Daddy?” I asked after most of our things were packed.
“爹地？”打包完大部分东西后我问道。
“What is it, honey?”
“什么事，亲爱的？”
“Can I go out to that big field of flowers you showed me and Mommy?”
“我能去你带我和妈妈看过的那一大片花海吗？”
He only smiled. It was a good time of year for flowers.
他微笑起来。那正是一年之中花开的时节。
“Of course.”
“当然。”
I just nodded to him and grabbed one of the pink ribbons that I wanted for my hair. It was really short at the time, so I don’t know why I even grabbed it.
我就对他点点头，抓起一根粉丝带来扎头发。当时我的头发相当短，所以我不明白当时为什么还要扎起来。
“And can we do something else, too?”
“我们还能做些别的吧？”
He only listened to me.
他静静地听我说。
“I want to say goodbye to Emily.”
“我想和Emily道别。”
He bit his lip and walked away. I heard him talk to my mom for a minute, not angrily, though. She walked out of the room and hugged me. Dad always did this when he cried. He never wanted anyone else to be around when he did that.
他咬着唇走了。我听到他和母亲谈了1分钟，但并不生气。她走出房间抱了我。父亲流泪时总是这样。他不希望流泪时有任何人待在身边。
That afternoon, I went to the field. He just watched me play in the flowers and tie my shoes whenever they’d come undone. I could tell he still felt sad, but I didn’t want to talk about it. My mom used to tell me it would “hurt his pride,” not that I knew what that meant. Upon seeing a group of black-eyed Susans, I paused to pick a few and tie them up in the ribbon. They reminded me of Emily. The dark centers made me think of her eyes and the yellow made me think of her dress.
那天下午，我去了那块地方。父亲只是看着我在花海中玩耍，在鞋带散开时自己系上鞋带。我能说他当时依然感到难过，但我并不想谈论它。母亲曾告诉我哭泣“有损他的尊严”，当时我并不明白她的意思。当看到一片野生黄菊时，我采了一些然后用丝带把它们扎成一束。它们让我想起Emily。那黑色的花心让我想起她的眼睛，黄色的花瓣使我想起她的裙子。
I walked up to my dad and he nodded. We quietly went to the cemetery. He still bit his lip. I think I was growing up too fast for him.
我起身走向父亲，他向我点点头。我们安静地来到公墓。他依然咬着唇。我想，对他而言我或许成长得太快了。
Finding Emily’s grave, I set the flowers on it. This time, I cried. It wasn’t because she was dead so much as because I probably wouldn’t see her again.
找到Emily的墓穴，我献上花束。这次，我哭了。不是因为她去世了这么久，而是因为我可能再也无法见到她。
Goodbye, Emily.
再见，Emily。
Written by Shinigami.Eyes.
作者：Shinigami.Eyes

……出奇的一点也不虐心呢，居然是治愈系 的……果断不能接受啊O3O

难得的治愈意面，以及心疼emily妹子

辛苦了……Emily真是个好妹子……

这篇是治愈系啊。。。翻译君辛苦了w

难得一见的治愈系，译者辛苦了~

好温暖，感谢翻译\(//∇//)\
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【果然父母眼中的虚拟朋友其实是幽灵是个玩不坏的梗吗…】不过这一篇好棒！⊙▽⊙痊愈系

这个很治愈啊，并不像pasta ps:彩虹小马玩偶戳中笑点

辛苦啦楼主，好温暖的故事:D

少见的治愈系啊

难得的治愈系啊……赞！