Sometimes, I wonder whether there was any love between my parents. They were busy trying to1 their new business. They didn't act romantically(浪漫地). They didn't 2 their feelings. They just got used to the company(陪伴) of each other, and I 3 it as kinship (亲情), not love.
One day, my mother was sewing(缝) a quilt. I sat down beside her and asked, "Is there any 4 between you and Dad?" She didn't answer at once.
I thought I had hurt her. At last my mother said, "Susan, look at this thread(线). Sometimes it 5 , but most of it disappears in the quilt. It makes the quilt 6 and durable (耐用的). If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread. It can 7 be seen anywhere or anytime, but it's really there. "
I listened carefully but I didn't understand her until the next spring. My father suddenly got seriously 8 and he had to stay in hospital for at least one month. My mother took really good care of him without any 9 .
After they returned home, my mother helped my father walk slowly down the country road every day for rehabilitation training (康复训练). They two, hand in hand, supported each other. Once, I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But the 10 is that love is just a thread that holds a family together.
