As the mother of four little girls aged six, four, two and one, and with my husband often away for work, I 1 going to the supermarket. But with no milk left, it was time to head for the shops.
I put my one-year-old in the trolley (购物车), a(an) 2 she didn't like at all. Nothing would stop her crying. I promised the other three could get a chocolate in Aisle (通道) Eight if they were good for the first seven aisles. It 3 wonderfully until halfway. With my girls all laughing, crying or picking things off the shelves, angry looks from other 4 came my way. I was quite sure about what they were thinking about: Why doesn't that mother 5 her children?
With tears in my eyes, I kept walking on. 6 walking up an aisle, I heard a voice behind me. "Well, 7 kids!" it said. I turned around and saw an elderly woman.
"Four little girls. Are they all yours?" asked the woman. Trying to 8 a smile, I said yes. Putting her hand on my arm, she said, "You are doing a 9 job. They are beautiful girls." "Thank you." I said, surprised.
"I had five boys so I know what you are 10. Enjoy them," she added. That lovely woman not only made my day, she made my year.
