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What is the hardest thing you have ever done?你做过的最困难的事情是什么?

评论翻译Graven WhismasSleeping that night...That's the night I'll never forget for the rest of my life.It was 10:00 pm. She usually comes back around 8:00 pm from college. Not today.It was 11:30 now. Still not home.I left my house on an Activa along with my father, on a search for her.Mamma was home alone crying, bawling her brains out.We live in India, we don't tell people such problems and ask them for their help, cus "honor".Searched every place I could, asked people if they saw this girl anywhere, showing them her beautiful smile on dad's phone. No luck!Came back home at 1:30 without her. I couldn't see my mom cry anymore. I tried to shut my ears, couldn't.At 3:00, a friend of her texted saying she must have been at this resort 50 kms from home.Dad and I took the car, reached that place, but turns out you need a boat to get to the resort. And the boat service starts only at 5:00 in the morning. If you need to go there NOW, you have to take a detour and travel another 50 kms to get to the other side.Another 90 minutes, we reached that resort. It's a very remote place. The guard didn't let us in. They don't take guests after 9:00 pm, he said.那天晚上还在睡觉......那是我一辈子都不会忘记的夜晚。当时是晚上10点,她通常在晚上8点左右从大学回来,但那天还没回来。到了11:30，仍然没有回家。我和父亲一起开着Activa品牌的摩托车离开家，去找她。妈妈独自一人在家哭，哭得魂不附体。我们生活在印度，遇到这样的问题，我们不会告诉他人，也不会向他们寻求帮助，因为这是“荣誉”。我搜寻了所有我能找到的地方，问人们是否在任何地方看到过这个女孩，并在爸爸的手机上向他们展示她美丽的笑容，不过运气不好！1点30分回家，没有找到她。我不能再看到妈妈哭了，我试着捂住耳朵，但做不到。3点，她的一个朋友发短信说她一定在离家50公里的度假胜地。爸爸和我开着车，到达了那个地方，但事实证明你需要一艘船才能到达度假村。船运服务只在早上5点开始。如果你现在需要去那里，你必须绕行50公里才能到达另一边。过了90分钟后，我们就到达了那个度假胜地。这是一个非常偏远的地方。警卫不让我们进去。他说他们晚上九点以后不接待客人。No luck.Came back home, mommy was quiet. Mommy always scolded her daughter about things. But she always bought the costliest shit for her.I told them we need to inform the cops, mamma strictly said "NO!". That's the end of that discussion.Dad said, let's just go to sleep and fell on the bed. Mom was sitting on the edge. All of a sudden as I put the lights out, mamma started crying so loudly dad had to calm her down.She cried ALL night. It was 5:30 in the morning when we came home.Now it was 6:00. My mom was weeping slowly with her eyes against my dad's chest, while she laid her head on his shoulder. I could hear it ALL. That night I preferred to sleep right next to them. I had a lump in throat. I couldn't even recall the last time I had a lump this big. I realised that no matter how much we fight over stupid shit, I loved her WAY more than I thought I hated her. You'll never know what it feels like when you have no whereabouts of your sister. You'll never know how heavy your heart feels like until you know there's supposed to be another person in this house at this time of the day, but isn't.I don't know what happened next. I tried to think of every good thing in my life, but nothing popped up, nevertheless, between my mom's sobs and my dad's comforting words to her, I somehow managed to drift into sleep.At 7:00 dad's phone rang, I was in fact sleeping, but somewhere deep in my mind, something hit me like a hammer and compelled me to wake up and pick the damn phone!!!运气不佳回家后，妈妈很安静。妈妈总是在一些事情上责备她女儿，但她又总是给她买最贵的东西。我告诉他们我们需要通知警察，妈妈严厉地说“不要！”。讨论到此结束。爸爸说，我们去睡觉吧，然后倒在了床上。妈妈坐在床边。突然，当我关灯的时候，妈妈哭得很大声，爸爸不得不让她平静下来。她哭了一整夜，当我们回到家时已经是早上五点半了。现在已经6点了。我妈妈把头靠在爸爸的肩上，眼睛靠在爸爸胸口低泣，我都能听到。那天晚上我倾向于睡在他们旁边，我喉咙哽咽了。我甚至记不起我上一次喉咙肿这么厉害是什么时候了。我意识到，无论我们为愚蠢的事情争吵了多少次，我对她的爱远远超过了我对她的恨。你永远不会知道当你找不到你姐姐的时候是什么感觉。你永远不会知道你的心有多沉重，直到你知道在一天中的这个时候这所房子里应该有另一个人，但事实并非如此。我不知道接下来发生了什么。我试着去想生活中每一件美好的事情，但什么也想不出来，然而，在妈妈的啜泣声和爸爸安慰她的话语中，我不知怎么地进入了梦乡。7点，爸爸的电话响了，我其实正在睡觉，但在我的脑海深处，有什么东西像锤子一样砸在我身上，强迫我醒来然后拿起该死的电话!"Hello""Hello!, Am I speaking to Mr...""Yes! What is it?""We have a patient here, she was unconscious, we couldn't find any contact until now, thankfully we got this number just a few minutes back. Do you know Sneha?""YES!," "WHAT HAPPENED?""Nothing. She happened to pass out near.... She's alright now, asleep.""WHICH HOSPITAL IS IT?""....XYZ"Me and my dad hustled out of my house, while I grabbed the keys to the Activa. Got in the elevator, I cursed it for taking so long to reach down 23 floors. Dad rode it while I sat back. We were on our way to meet my sister. Only I know what thoughts were in my mind all that night. Every least possible thing seemed too probable to happen. And I mean EVERY possible thing. There was a moment when I wished to just want her back. Just Back ALIVE seemed satisfying. Am not good with emotions. My dad did shed a tear or a couple that night. Not me. But now when we were on our way to the hospital, feeling the cold wind passing through my hair lines, imagining what'd happen if we didn't hear anything from anybody about her even today, I broke down. I broke down but only before I made sure nobody was looking. Of course nobody was looking, it was 7:20, my dad was driving, I was behind him. That's when I realised family is what keeps me ALIVE. :“你好”“你好！你是…先生吗？”“是的！什么事？”“我们这里有一个病人，她昏迷了，直到现在我们都找不到任何联系人，谢天谢地，我们几分钟前刚拿到这个号码。你认识 Sneha吗？”“认识！”“发生了什么事？”“没什么，她碰巧在附近昏倒了……她现在没事，睡着了。”“是哪家医院？”“…XYZ”我和爸爸匆匆忙忙地走出家门，而我却抢着拿Activa摩托车的钥匙。进了电梯，我诅咒它花了非常长的时间才到达23层楼。爸爸骑摩托，而我坐在后面。我们在去接我姐姐的路上。只有我知道那天晚上我脑子里在想什么。每一件最不可能发生的事似乎都太可能发生了，我指的是一切可能的事情。有一刻，我只想让她回来。活着回来似乎就很令人满意了。我不善于处理情绪。那天晚上，我爸爸确实掉几滴眼泪，而我没有。但现在，当我们在去医院的路上，感觉到冷风吹过我的发际，想象着如果我们今天没有听到任何关于她的消息会发生什么，我崩溃了，在确定没人注意我之前，我崩溃了。当然没有人会看到，当时是7:20，我爸爸在骑车，我坐在他后面。就在那时，我意识到家庭是让我活下去的原因。