My father was sick badly,so he needed a lot of help to do the everyday things.

    Dad was sitting in his old armchair and listening to the radio when I arrived.He 1and smiled.

    “What's new,Jim?”he said,2 I sat down on the sofa.

    I wanted to tell him all about my problems at work,3I couldn't seem to find the works.4 he think that I was a failure,out of work at 58?”Nothing much,”I said,finally.He told me lots of family news.He was in 5 spirits.Then it was time for Dad to 6 his medicine.

    “I'll get it,”I said.I went into the kitchen and7a glass of water from the fridge.I found a red apple in the kitchen.I cut it into small slices,put them on a plate.He was very 8 and looked as if he were going to cry.

    “Dad?What's the matter?”I asked.

    “9 has cut me an apple like that since your mother died,”he said.”it's just like what she used to do.”I shut and opened my eyes quickly to bring 10 the tears.I couldn't let myself cry in front of him.