Mom's eyesight was worse and worse, but I didn't know how bad it was. I didn't know it until one day I saw her1something off the floor. She could hardly see it so she tried hard but2. I saw what was happening.
Mother is in her late 70s, but she still3alone in the countryside. We haven't lived together since I left for college. She is always telling us that she really enjoys living a4life there. But it's5that she doesn't want to make me into trouble in my busy life, because she thinks we are unlike in so many ways.
I felt6these days because of Mother's eyeproblem. I decided to7my job and take care of my mother at home.
"You know," Mom advised me, "losing my sight isn't so bad, but losing your8is terrible. So you have to work. I'm OK."
A few weeks before Christmas Mother9in a quiet way. Only then did I know that Mother had serious heart disease. She didn't tell me the10because she just wanted me to concentrate on work.
