I Miss My Dad on Father’s Day, But California’s Rains Helped Wash My Pain Away雨潤心田：父親節(jié)的加州追憶

In March， my family reunited for a weekend in Sacramento1， where I grew up， to celebrate my mother’s 80th birthday. The city had turned green after a period of torrential rain and storms. In the fields around the airport， buttercups2 and poppies bloomed. The native grasses， usually torched stiff by the unrelenting sun， were a lush emerald.

3月，我們?nèi)引R聚薩克拉門托共度周末，為我母親慶祝80大壽。（剩余6862字）