Orla was seventy-two years old. Her daughter Kira gave her a photo frame. It was a birthday gift. It was a thin, white screen. It showed a new picture every minute.
奥拉七十二岁了。女儿基拉送给她一个相框，作为生日礼物。那是一块薄薄的白色屏幕，每分钟会换一张新照片。
"It shows your old photos," said Kira. "I put three hundred pictures inside."
“它会放你的老照片，”基拉说，“我放进去了三百张。”
Orla loved it. She showed it to her friends. She put the frame on the shelf in her kitchen. In the evenings, she drank tea and watched it. She saw her husband in a blue boat. She saw Kira as a baby. She saw her old dog, Bean.
奥拉很喜欢，拿给朋友们看。她把相框摆在厨房的架子上。晚上，她一边喝茶一边看。她看到了丈夫坐在蓝色的小船上，看到了婴儿时期的基拉，还看到了她的老狗豆豆。
But one photo was strange.
可是有一张照片很奇怪。
Every night at nine, the frame showed a blue door. It was a plain wooden door. It had a brass number, 14. There was a yellow flower pot on the step. There was no person in the photo.
每天晚上九点，相框都会显示一扇蓝色的门。那是一扇普通的木门，上面有一个黄铜门牌号，14。台阶上放着一个黄色的花盆。照片里没有人。
Orla did not know the door. She did not know the house. She did not know the street. She looked at it for a long time. The photo stayed on the screen for a whole minute.
奥拉不认识这扇门，不认识这座房子，也不认识这条街。她看了很久，那张照片整整一分钟都停在屏幕上。
On the third night, she called Kira.
第三个晚上，她给基拉打了电话。
"I see a blue door every night," she said. "Number fourteen. Did you put it in the frame?"
“我每晚都看到一扇蓝色的门，”她说，“十四号。是你放进相框的吗？”
"Maybe," said Kira. "I used a big box of old photos. It was in Dad's desk. I did not look at each one."
“可能是吧，”基拉说，“我用了一大盒老照片，是在爸爸的书桌里找到的，我没有一张一张地看。”
"Whose door is it?"
“这是谁家的门？”
"I do not know, Mum," said Kira. "Sorry."
“我不知道，妈妈，”基拉说，“对不起。”
Orla sat in the kitchen and thought. She did not know the street. She did not know the flower pot. But the door felt like a very old song. She could almost remember it. It made her heart beat fast.
奥拉坐在厨房里想了很久。她不认识那条街，也不认识那个花盆。可是那扇门让她觉得像一首很老的歌，她几乎要想起来了。她的心跳得很快。
The next morning, she looked at the frame. There was a small button. She pressed it. The screen showed some words under the photo. It said, "Maple Street, 1958."
第二天早上，她看着相框，发现上面有一个小按钮。她按了一下，照片下面出现了几个字：“枫树街，1958年。”
"Maple Street," Orla said. "Oh!"
“枫树街，”奥拉说，“哦！”
Her mother's voice came into her head. "Come home, Orla. Dinner is ready." Her mother stood in a door. A blue door.
妈妈的声音回到了她的脑海里：“回家吧，奥拉，饭做好了。”妈妈站在一扇门里，一扇蓝色的门。
That afternoon, Orla put on her coat. She took a bus across the town. She walked up Maple Street slowly. The houses were old and tall. The trees were big. A boy rode past her on a bike. He rang his bell.
那天下午，奥拉穿上外套，坐公交车穿过了小镇。她慢慢地走上枫树街。房子又老又高，树木粗大。一个男孩骑着自行车从她身边经过，按响了车铃。
At number fourteen, she stopped. The door was not blue now. It was green. The step was the same. But the flower pot was gone.
在十四号门前，她停住了。门现在不是蓝色的，而是绿色的。台阶还是老样子，但花盆不见了。
Orla stood there for a minute. Then an old woman opened the door.
奥拉在那里站了一分钟。然后，一位老太太打开了门。
"Hello," said the woman. "Can I help you?"
“你好，”老太太说，“有什么事吗？”
"I lived here," said Orla. "A long time ago. I was five."
“我在这里住过，”奥拉说，“很久以前，我五岁的时候。”
"Come in," said the woman. "I have tea. I can show you the kitchen."
“进来吧，”老太太说，“我有茶。我带你看看厨房。”
Orla looked at the green door one more time. She wiped her eyes and smiled. She walked inside. The floor still made the same small sound.
奥拉最后看了一眼那扇绿色的门，擦了擦眼睛，笑了。她走了进去。地板仍然发出同样的轻轻的声响。
That night at nine o'clock, she sat in her kitchen. The frame showed a new picture. It was a red door with the number twenty-two.
那天晚上九点，她坐在自己的厨房里。相框放出了一张新照片，是一扇红色的门，门牌号是二十二。
Orla put down her cup. She looked at the photo. Then she went to find her coat.
奥拉放下了茶杯，看着那张照片。然后她去找自己的外套了。
