Marit moved into an old house in March. It was small, and the kitchen was old. She liked it very much.
玛丽特三月搬进了一座老房子。房子不大，厨房也很旧。但她非常喜欢。
On the first night, she cleaned the kitchen door. Then she saw small pencil lines on the wood.
第一天晚上，她擦洗厨房的门。然后她发现木头上有一些细细的铅笔线。
She looked closer. Next to each line were a name and a year. "Cyra, 1994." "Fritz, 1996." The lines went up and up.
她凑近看。每条线旁边都有一个名字和一个年份。“西拉，1994。”“弗里茨，1996。”这些线越来越高。
The last line said "Hedda, 2004." It was higher than Marit's shoulder.
最后一条线写着“赫达，2004”。它比玛丽特的肩膀还高。
Marit did not understand. Who made these lines? Why did they write on the door?
玛丽特不明白。这些线是谁画的？为什么要写在门上？
She took a photo of the door with her phone. Then she made a cup of tea.
她用手机给门拍了一张照片。然后她泡了一杯茶。
The next day, a neighbor came with a cake. Marit showed her the door.
第二天，一位邻居端着一块蛋糕来了。玛丽特给她看了那扇门。
The neighbor smiled. "The family here measured their children," she said. "Every year, they stood by the door."
邻居笑了。“以前住在这儿的一家人在量孩子的身高，”她说，“每年，孩子们都会站在门边。”
"The children grew, and the lines went up. The family left long ago. They loved this house," she said.
“孩子们长高了，线也就越画越高。那家人很久以前就搬走了。他们很爱这座房子。”她说。
That evening, Marit called her son to the kitchen. "Stand here," she said. He stood very straight.
那天傍晚，玛丽特把儿子叫到厨房。“站在这儿。”她说。他站得笔直。
She made a line with a pencil. Under the others, she wrote his name and the year.
她用铅笔画了一条线。在其他线的下面，她写上了儿子的名字和年份。
