续写 英汉双版本 爱丽丝·门罗《荨麻》 Alice Munro "Nettles"(3)

Time flies, years change. My children have grown up, and I've grown too much - I'm old. I finally failed to find the destination of my own soul. With the absence of youth, the throbbing of my heart in the past has gone. It seems that I have been relieved in my life. I finally choose to stay with God, and there was an old mother in the church. Maybe my story would end here, but I didn't expect that there would be a small episode, about Mike and his children.
That afternoon, in my monastic church, a family of four came. They are a pair of parents and a pair of children. The husband is somewhat similar to Mike in appearance and behavior, who has reminded me of Mike, her Irish wife and their children whom I had never met. "Mammy, we want to find a godfather for our children." He interrupted me while I was in a trance. “This is our son, Branson, Branson McCallum.” That Mike-like man said.

I was stunned for a moment, but Iater out of courtesy I responded:
“Branson, that's a good name. Then you must be Mr. Brian McCallum."
A subtle change flashed across the man's face. He said, "actually, I'm Bryan. I once had a brother named Brian, but he died early because of an accident before I was born." His expression became a little heavy.