Nana holds a brush over a clean white page. She wants to paint her cat, but nothing comes.
娜娜拿着一支画笔，悬在干净的白纸上。她想画自己的猫，却什么也画不出来。
Her hand shakes. A tiny dot of blue lands on the paper.
她的手抖了一下。一小滴蓝色落在纸上。
The dot grows into a puddle when her elbow bumps the cup. Nana gasps.
她的胳膊肘碰到了杯子，那个小点变成了一滩蓝色。娜娜吸了一口气。
Then she sees it: the puddle looks like a small lake. She adds green reeds and a yellow moon.
然后她看见了：那滩蓝色看起来像一个小湖。她添上绿色的芦苇和一轮黄色的月亮。
Mama does not scold her. She frames the painting and hangs it by the door.
妈妈没有责怪她。她把画装进画框，挂在门边。
"It is not my cat," Nana says. "It is a place I made." Mama smiles at the blue lake.
“这不是我的猫，”娜娜说，“这是我创造的一个地方。”妈妈看着那片蓝色的湖，笑了。