I Miss My Dad on Father’s Day, But California’s Rains Helped Wash My Pain Away雨润心田：父亲节的加州追忆

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，我们全家齐聚萨克拉门托共度周末，为我母亲庆祝80大寿。（剩余6862字）