My Mother's Loving Hands
Night after night, she came to help me sleep, even long after my childhood years.
I don't remember1it first started making me a little angry- my mum's hands pushing my hair that way. But it really made me uncomfortable, for they2rough (粗糙的) against my young skin. Finally, one night, I3her, "Don't do that any more. Your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything, but she never did it again.
Years later, I missed my mother's4and her goodnight kiss on my face. I'm not a little girl any more. My mum is5her mid-seventies, and her rough hands are still doing things for my family and me.
Now my own children have grown up. It was late on Thanksgiving Eve. As I slept in my bedroom, a familiar hand ran across my6to push the hair from my head. Then a kiss, ever so softly, touched my brow (额头).
Taking my mum's hand, I told her how7I was for that night I shouted at her. But my mum didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten it.
That night, I8with new appreciation (感激) for my mother's caring hands. And the guilt( 内疚) that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
