Even before my father left us, my mother had to work to support our family. Once I came out of the kitchen, "Mom, I can't peel potatoes. I have only one 1 ."
"Get yourself into that kitchen and peel those potatoes,"Mom said, without looking up. "And don't use that as a (n) 2 for anything again!"
One day, our teacher had each of us race 3 the monkey bars (攀爬架), swinging from one rung (横杠) to the next. When it was my 4 , I shook my head. Some kids behind me 5 , and I went home crying.
Hearing my story, Mom hugged me. The next afternoon, she took me 6 to school. At the empty playground, Mom looked carefully at the rungs. "Now, 7 up with your right hand," she advised. She stood by as I tried hard to lift myself with my right hand 8 I could hook (勾住) the rung with my other elbow (肘). Day after day we practiced and she praised me for every rung I 9 .
I'll never forget the next time, crossing the rings, I looked 10 at the kids standing there with their mouths
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One night, after a dance at my new junior high, I 12 myself into the bed, crying. I could hear Mom come in, "Mom," I said sadly, "13 of the boys would dance with me."
It was a long 14 before Mom said, "Oh, honey, someday you'll be beating those boys off with a bat." Her voice was so 15 that I could hardly get it. I could see tears running down her cheeks. Then I knew how much she had suffered (遭受) in bringing me up. She had never let me see her tears.
Mother's tears are always there in my heart. I will beat any difficulty off with one hand.
