Night after night, she came to help me sleep, even long after my childhood years.
I don’t remember         it first started making me a little angry 一 my mom’s hands pushing my hair that way. But it really made me uncomfortable, for they       rough（粗糙的）against my young skin. Finally, one night, I      her, ‘‘Don’t do that any more. Your hands are too rough!” She didn’t say anything,      she never did it again.
Years later, I missed my mother’s      and her goodnight kiss on my face. I’m not a little girl any more. My mom is      her mid-seventies, and her rough hands are still doing things for my family and me.
Now my own children have     . It was late on Thanksgiving Eve. As I slept in my bedroom, a familiar hand ran across my      to push the hair from my head. Then a kiss, ever so softly, touched my brow（额头).
Taking my mom’s hand, I told her how     I was for that night I shouted at her. But my mom didn’t know what I was talking about. She had forgotten it long ago.
That night, I      with a new appreciation（感激）for my mother’s caring hands. And the guilt（内疚）that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
A. when     B. where      C. why
A. looked      B. felt       C. seemed
A. nodded at     B. shouted at     C. seemed
A. so       B. or       C. but
A. hands       B. words      C. smiles
A. on     B. in      C. at
A. stayed up    B. woken up    C. grown up
A. nose     B. face     C. mouth
A. sorry     B. tired     C. relaxed
A. left home    B. kept working   C. fell asleep