您不能将孩子的心脏分为她的两个人，她观察到了MMA Makutsi，但这就是某些人希望做的。一个孩子只有一颗心。我们其他人？ MMA Makutsi问。我们也没有一颗心吗？MMA Ramotswe点了点头。是的，我们只有一颗心，但是随着年龄的增长，您的心变得更大。一个孩子只爱一两件事。我们爱很多东西。博茨瓦纳。雨。牛。朋友们。我们的孩子。我们已故的亲戚。早上伍兹莫克的气味。红灌木茶...
(You cannot divide a child's heart in two she had observed to Mma Makutsi, and yet that is what some people wish to do. A child has only one heart.And the rest of us? Mma Makutsi had asked. Do we not have one heart too?Mma Ramotswe nodded. Yes, we have only one heart, but as you grow older you heart grows bigger. A child loves only one or two things; we love so many things.Such as?Mma Ramotswe smiled. Botswana. Rain. Cattle. Friends. Our children. Our late relatives. The smell of woodsmoke in the morning. Red bush tea...)