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Night after night, mom came to my bed and said good night, even long after my childhood years. As part of her nightly routine she would lean down, push my long hair out of the way and then kiss my forehead.

I can’t remember when it first started annoying me-her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me anyway for they felt rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I lashed out at her, “Stop doing that-your hands are too rough!” She didn’t say anything in reply, and never did she end ml y day with that special expression of love again. That night, I found myself lying awake long after she left my room. Regrettably, I never told her I was sorry.

Time after time, with the passing years, my thought would often return to that night. I missed my mother’s hands, and her goodnight kiss upon my forehead, sometimes the memory of that unspeakable night seemed very close and sometimes far away. It was always there in the back of my mind.

Years have passed, I’m no longer a young girl, and mom is in her mid-seventies. Those hands I once thought to he rough are still taking care of me and my family. Over the years, those hands have reached into a medicine cabinet for the remedy that would calm a young girl’s upset stomach or soothe boys painful knee. The very same hands have also cooked the best fried chicken in the world, gotten stains out of my jeans and dished out ice cream on a hot summer day.

Now my own children are all grown and gone, and mom no longer has clad. On special days, I find myself drawn to her house to spend the night with her. On the Eve of one Thanksgiving, as I was about to fall asleep in my old bedroom, a rough, but loving hand, hesitantly stole across my face and brushed the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my eyebrow.

For the thousandth time I recalled the night when my young voice and gratefully complained, “Stop doing that-your hands are too rough!” then I caught Mom’s hand in mine involuntarily with the deepest regret, I told her how sorry I had felt about that night all those years. To my surprise, Mom didn’t know what I was talking about. She had forgiven and forgotten long ago. That night, I fell asleep with new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. The guilt that I had felt for so long suddenly disappeared, and nowhere was it to be found.

1.What message does the writer try to carry in her story?

A.A Mother’s hands are always rough.

B.A mother should stay home and take care of her children.

C.A child should be grateful for his or her mother’s love.

D.A child will never learn to appreciate his or her mother’s love.

2.When the writer was young, it was part of her mom’s nightly routine to　　　　　　 .

A.get stains out of the family’s clothes B.dish out ice cream for the family

C.soothe the writer’s painful knee D.kiss the writer the forehead before she fell asleep

3.After the writer lashed out at her mother, she　　　　　　　 .

A.told her mother she was sorry at once

B.had been missing her mother’s hands and goodnight kiss

C.went to her mother’s bedroom and said good night

D.caught her mom’s hands in hers

4.Which of the following sentences from the reading is the writer’s opinion?

A.Night after night, Mom came to my bed and said goodnight.

B.That night, I found myself lying awake long after she left my room.

C.Sometimes, the memory of that unspeakable night seemed very close and sometimes far away.

D.Now my own children are all grown and gone and mom no longer has dad.

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