Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my forehead．

I don't remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work—worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands，missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked，in the back of my mind．

Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seven—ties．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue cans, like I never could…

Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．

In my memory，for the thousandth，time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her carrying hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

1．What would be the best title for the text ?

A．Mother's Hands        B．Appreciation for Mother．

C．My Childhood Years．  D．My Unselfish Mother．

2. The author began to get annoyed because—

A．her mother's hands were really old and tough

B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care

C．she didn't like her mother any more

D．her mother stayed in her room too long

3. What do we know about the author?

A. With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

B．She was an only child in the family．

C．She never forgave herself．

D．Her mother was a doctor．

4．By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means

that________

A．children need Mother's kissing     B．mothers kiss their children gently

C．mothers love their children forever  D．children depend on their mothers

5．It can be inferred from the text that _____________

A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother  never kissed  author again

C．her mother forgave her at last

D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my forehead．

   I don't remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work—worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

   Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands，missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked，in the back of my mind．

   Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seven—ties．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue cans, like I never could…

   Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．

    In my memory，for the thousandth，time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．

  That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her carrying hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

1．What would be the best title for the text ?

   A．Mother's Hands        B．Appreciation for Mother．

   C．My Childhood Years．  D．My Unselfish Mother．

2. The author began to get annoyed because—

   A．her mother's hands were really old and tough

   B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care

   C．she didn't like her mother any more

   D．her mother stayed in her room too long

3. What do we know about the author?

    A. With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

    B．She was an only child in the family．

    C．She never forgave herself．

D．Her mother was a doctor．

4．By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means

that________

   A．children need Mother's kissing     B．mothers kiss their children gently

   C．mothers love their children forever  D．children depend on their mothers

5．It can be inferred from the text that _____________

   A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother  never kissed  author again

   C．her mother forgave her at last

   D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my forehead．

   I don't remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work—worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

   Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands，missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked，in the back of my mind．

   Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seven—ties．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue cans, like I never could…

   Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．

    In my memory，for the thousandth，time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．

  That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her carrying hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

1．What would be the best title for the text ?

   A．Mother's Hands        B．Appreciation for Mother．

   C．My Childhood Years．  D．My Unselfish Mother．

2. The author began to get annoyed because—

   A．her mother's hands were really old and tough

   B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care

   C．she didn't like her mother any more

   D．her mother stayed in her room too long

3. What do we know about the author?

    A. With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

    B．She was an only child in the family．

    C．She never forgave herself．

D．Her mother was a doctor．

4．By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means

that________

   A．children need Mother's kissing     B．mothers kiss their children gently

   C．mothers love their children forever  D．children depend on their mothers

5．It can be inferred from the text that _____________

   A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother  never kissed  author again

   C．her mother forgave her at last

   D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long．hair out of the way，then kiss my．fore―head．

I don't remember when it first started annoying me―her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work―worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that anymore--your hands．a(chǎn)re too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands．missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked(潛藏)，in the back of my mind．

Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid―seven―ties．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our door，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped(擦傷的)knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue jcans,like I never could…

Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．

In my memory，for the thousandth，time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven―long ago．

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

66．What would be the best title for the text?

A．Mother's Hands

B．Appreciation for Mother．

C．My Childhood Years．

D．My Unselfish Mother．

67．The author began to get annoyed because―

A．her mother's hands were really old and tough

B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care

C．she didn’t like her mother any more

D．her mother stayed in her room too long

68．What do we know about the author?

A．With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

B．She was an only child in the family．

C．She never forgave herself．

D．Her mother was a doctor．

69．By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means that________

A．children need Mother's kissing

B．mothers kiss their children gently

C．mothers love their children forever

D．children depend on their mothers

70．It can be inferred from the text that _____________

A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother  never kissed  author again

C．her mother forgave her at last

D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

   Night after night, she came to tuck（掖被子）me in, even long after my childhood years. She’d    21   down, push my long hair out of the way, and then kiss my forehead.

   I don’t remember   22   it first started making me angry-the   23   that her hands pushed my hair. Finally, one night, I  24   her,“don’t do that any more-your hands are too  25  !”She didn’t say anything in   26  . But never again did my mother close out my day with that   27   expression of her love. Lying awake long afterward, my words  28   me, but I didn’t tell her I was sorry.

   Well,  29   have passed. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and her hands I once thought to be so rough are   30   doing things for my family and me. She’s been our doctor, and always had a way of   31   a girl’s stomachache or a boy’s hurt knee. She  32   the best fried chicken in the world.

   Now, my own children are grown and gone. On special days, I have got into the habit of drawing the next door to  33   the night with her. So it was late one Thanksgiving Eve, as I   34 

into sleep in the bedroom, a familiar hand  35   stole across my face to brush the   36   from my forehead. Then she  37   my brow ever so gently.

   Catching Mom’s hand in mine, I blurted out（脫口說(shuō)出）how  38   I was for that night. I thought she’d remember it as I did.  39   Mom didn’t know what I was talking about. She had forgotten it and forgiven me long ago.

   That night, I fell asleep with a new  40   for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my forehead．

   I don't remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work—worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

   Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands，missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked，in the back of my mind．

   Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seven—ties．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue cans, like I never could…

   Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．

    In my memory，for the thousandth，time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．

  That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her carrying hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

1.What would be the best title for the text ?

   A．Mother's Hands        B．Appreciation for Mother．

   C．My Childhood Years．  D．My Unselfish Mother．

2.The author began to get annoyed because—

   A．her mother's hands were really old and tough

   B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care

   C．she didn't like her mother any more

   D．her mother stayed in her room too long

3.What do we know about the author?

    A. With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

    B．She was an only child in the family．

    C．She never forgave herself．

D．Her mother was a doctor．

4.By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means

that________

   A．children need Mother's kissing     B．mothers kiss their children gently

   C．mothers love their children forever  D．children depend on their mothers

5.It can be inferred from the text that _____________

   A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother  never kissed  author again

   C．her mother forgave her at last

   D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after childhood years．Following her longstanding custom, she’d lean down and push my long hair out of the way ,then kiss my forehead．

I don’t remember when it first started annoying me--- her hands pushing my hair that way．

But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and against my young skin．Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, “Don’t do that anymore---- your hands are too rough!” She didn’t say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

    Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night． By then I missed my mother’s hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away．But always it lurked（潛藏）, in the back of my mind．

    Well, the years have passed, and I’m not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She’s been our doctor , reaching into a medicine cabinet （醫(yī)藥箱） for the remedy （藥物）to calm a young girl’s stomach or soothe （安慰） the boy’s scraped （擦傷的）knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could…

    Now, my own children are grown and gone． Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow．（額頭）

    In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, “Don’t do that anymore---your hands are too rough!” Catching Mom’s hand in hand ,I blurted （沖口說(shuō)出）out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she’d remember, as I did．But Mom didn’t know what I was talking about．She had forgotten ---and forgiven----long ago．

    That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

1．What would be the best title for the next ?

A．Mother’s Hands

B．Appreciation for Mother

C．My Childhood Years

D．My Unselfish Mother

2．The author began to get annoyed because____

A．her mother’s hands were really old and tough

B．she thought she didn’t need her mother’s care

C．she didn’t like her mother any more

D．her mother stayed in her room any more

3．What do we know about the author?

A．With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

B．She was an only child in the family．

C．She never forgave herself

D．Her mother was a doctor．

4．By saying “ Then a kiss , ever so gently, touched my brow．” , the author means that____

A．children need Mother’s kissing

B．mother kiss their children gently

C．mothers love their children forever

D．children depend on their mothers

5．It can be inferred from the text that____

A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother never kissed the author again

C．her mother forgave her at last

D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night，she came to tuck（掖被子） me in，even long after my childhood years．She’d   1  down，push my long hair out of the way，and then kiss my forehead．

    I don’t remember  2  it first started making me angry----the  3   that her hands pushed my hair．Finally，one night，I  4   her，“don’t do that any more----your hands are too  5 !”

She didn’t say anything in  6_But never again did my mother close out my day with that  7  expression of her love．Lying awake long afterward，my words  8  me，but I didn’t tell her I was sorry．

Well，9  have passed．Mom is in her mid—seventies，and her hands I once thought to be so rough are   10   doing things for my family and me．She’s been our doctor，and always had a way of  11  a girl’s stomachache or a boy’s hurt knee．She  12  the best fried chicken in the world．

    Now，my own children are grown and gone．On special days，I have got into the habit of drawing the next door to  13   the night with her．So it was late one Thanksgiving Eve，as I  14 into sleep in the bedroom．a(chǎn) familiar hand  15  stole across my face to brush the  16  from my forehead．Then she  17  my brow ever so gently．

    Catching Mom’s hand in mine，I，blurted out（脫口說(shuō)出）how  18   I was for that night．I thought she’d remember it as I did．  19  ．Mom didn’t know what I was talking about．She had forgotten it and forgiven me long ago．

    That night，I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring  hands．And the  20  I had, carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

1．A．go                  B．sit                C．bend               D．bring

2．A．when             B．how             C．where             D．why

3．A．manner           B．method         C．way               D．a(chǎn)pproach

4．A．made fun of     B．shouted at       C．glared at          D．met with

5．A．dirty               B．rough           C．smelly             D．smooth

6．A．reply              B．rum              C．time               D．bed

7．A．ordinary         B．kind              C．familiar           D．common

8．A．destroyed       B．troubled         C．frightened       D．comforted

9．A．days               B．weeks           C．years              D．months

10．A．yet               B．stir               C．even               D．usually

11．A：calming        B．putting          C．finishing          D．defending

12．A．buys            B．stay              C．play               D．talk

14．A．fell               B．bother           C．came              D．was

15．A．gently           B．unnaturally      C．uncertainly       D．unhappily

16．A．hair              B．hands           C．eyes                      D．ears

17．A．felt               B．touched        C．kissed            D．brushed

18．A．painful          B．sad               C．sorry              D．worried，

19．A．On the contrary B．Therefore     C．On the other hand D．What’s more

20．A．dream           B．guilt               C．wish             D．a(chǎn)im

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she’d lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my fore-head．

I don’t remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way．But it did annoy me，for they felt work-worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，“Don’t do that anymore--your hands．a(chǎn)re too rough!” She didn’t say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother’s hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked（潛藏），in the back of my mind．

Well，the years have passed，and I’m not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seven—ties, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She’s been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet（醫(yī)藥箱）for the remedy（藥物）to calm a young girl’s stomach or soothe（安慰）the boy’s scraped（擦傷的）knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue jeans, like I never could…

Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow（額頭）．

In my memory，for the thousandth time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don’t do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom’s hand in hand，I blurted （沖口說(shuō)出）out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she’d remember ，as I did．But Mom didn’t know what I was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

1．What would be the best title for the text?

       A．My Unselfish Mother．                      B．Appreciation for Mother．

       C．My Childhood Years．                      D．Mother’s Hands

2．What do we know about the author?

       A．With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

       B．She was an only child in the family．

       C．She never forgave herself．

       D．Her mother was a doctor．

3．By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means that_______.

       A．children need Mother’s kissing           B．mothers kiss their children gently

       C．mothers love their children forever        D．children depend on their mothers

4．It can be inferred from the text that _____________.

       A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

       B．her mother never kissed the author again

       C．her mother forgave her at last

       D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long．hair out of the way，then kiss my fore—head．

I don't remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work—worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that any more--your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．

Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands．missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked，in the back of my mind．

Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seventies．a(chǎn)nd those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet(醫(yī)藥箱)for the remedy(藥物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue cans, like I never could…

Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(額頭)．

In my memory，for the thousandth time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that any more--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (沖口說(shuō)出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her carrying hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

What would be the best title for the text?

A．Mother's Hands          B．Appreciation for Mother．

C．My Childhood Years．    D．My Unselfish Mother．

The author began to get annoyed because      .

A．her mother's hands were really old and tough

B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care

C．she didn't like her mother any more

D．her mother stayed in her room too long

What do we know about the author?

A．With time passing, she began to understand her mother．

B．She was an only child in the family．

C．She never forgave herself．

D．Her mother was a doctor．

By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means that________

A．children need Mother's kissing        B．mothers kiss their children gently

C．mothers love their children forever    D．children depend on their mothers

It can be inferred from the text that _____________

A．the author began to spend nights with her mother

B．her mother  never kissed  author again

C．her mother forgave her at last

D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother