Sometimes, I doubt (怀疑) if there is any love between my parents, They 1say: "I love you." For them, it's really difficult to say. Every day they are2trying to make money. They don't act in the romantic (浪漫的) way that I read in books and I see on TV.
One day, my mother was sewing (缝) a3.
I sat down beside her quietly.
"Mom, I have a4to ask you," I said after a short time.
"What?" she replied, 5doing her work.
"Is there love6you and Dad?" I asked her.
She didn't answer and still 7. I was worried8I thought I had made her unhappy. After some time, she said to me with a smile, "Susan, look at this thread (线)," she said. "Sometimes it appears, but most of it9in the quilt. It makes the quilt strong.10life is a quilt, then love should be a thread. You can hardly see it anywhere or anytime, but it's really there. Love is11."
The next spring, my father suddenly got very sick. My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month. After they 12, she helped my father walk slowly down the road every day. To my surprise, Father was weak but really very13.
"Dad, how are you feeling now?" I asked him one day.
"Susan, don't14me," he said. "I just like walking with your mom."
Once, I thought love meant flowers and gifts. Now, I know that love is just a 15 in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm...
