Now my own children have grown up .

Now my own children have grown up .It was late on Thanksgiving Eve.As I slept in my bedroom,a familiar hand ran across my face to push the hair from my head. Then a kiss, ever so softly, touched my brow .
Taking my mom’s hand, I told her how sorry I was for that night I shouted at her. But my mom didn’t know what I was talking about. She had forgotten it long ago.
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my mother’s caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.

結果 (中文) 1:

现在我自己的孩子已经长大了。天色晚了关于感恩节 Eve.As 我睡在我的卧室里，一只熟悉的手碰到了我的脸，把头发从我的头。然后一个吻，那么柔和，摸了摸我的额头。我牵着妈妈的手，告诉她如何抱歉我了，那天晚上，我大喊她。但我妈妈不知道我在说什么。她忘了很久以前。那天晚上，我睡了我母亲的关怀手新赞赏。我困扰了很久的罪责是无处可寻。

結果 (中文) 3:

现在我的孩子们已经长大了，在感恩节前夕，我睡在我的卧室里，一只熟悉的手滑过我的脸，把头发从我的头上推了起来。然后一个吻，轻轻地，触摸我的额头。用我妈妈的手，我告诉她我是多么的抱歉，那天晚上我对她喊道。但是我妈妈不知道我在说什么。她早就把它忘了，我睡着了，一个新的赞赏我的母亲的照顾手。而我所携带的内疚感，却没有找到。