可是姨妈，为什么总要认为我很好呢？

Why doyou, my dear aunt, love me so much despite of my innocence andlaziness?

Youknow that each time when I realized that I was the big apple inyour heart, I’d

feelawfully sorry and regretful about myself.

I haveso much weakness and defects while you never mind, you just believein the saying that I am a good child, with hardly anymistakes.

Whatelse could I do for your trust and tolerence but to perfect myselfand to be the expecting girl in your heart?

love,love ,love

hope,hope, hope