我甚至没对舅说上一句感谢的话。很多话,以为是亲人,就不必说,就不好意思说,等到想说时,却没有机会说了。错过了那次,我再没机会对舅说感激的话了“他为什么在咱家?”从小,我就知道自己家与别人家不大一样。除了有个苍老、暴躁的父亲外,还有个驼背的矮舅舅。大家都叫他驼子。他很少说话,总是出去,拣各种破烂去卖。他的身上总有一种说不清道不明的味道。 I did not even say a word of thanks to my uncle. A lot of words, that it is a loved one, do not have to say, I am sorry to say, until you want to say, but no chance to say. Miss that time, I no chance to say grateful to his uncle “Why is he in our home? ” "From an early age, I knew my home and others are not the same. In addition to a old, cranky father, there is a humpback short uncle. Everyone calls him a camel. He rarely spoke, always go out, pick all kinds of junk to sell. There is always a kind of unspoken taste on his body.