Unit 4 Sharing grammar课时作业

第一节 完型填空

　　Night after night, she came to tuck (盖被子) me in, even long after my childhood years. 　1　 her long-standing custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my　2　.

　　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 rough　3　 my young skin. Finally, one night, I 　4　 at her: "Don't do that any more-your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in 　5　.But never again did my mother 　6　 my day with that familiar expression of her love. Lying　7　 long afterward, my words haunted (萦绕) me. While pride overcame my 　8　, I didn't tell her I was sorry.

　　Time after time, my thoughts returned to that night. I　9　 my mother's warm hands and her kiss. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. 　10　 it always appeared, hauntingly, in my mind.

　　Now, I'm not a little girl any more. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so

　11　 are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor, reaching into a cabinet for the medicine to 　12　 a young girl's stomach. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world...

　　My own children have grown up and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on　13　 occasions, I find myself drawn to her home to spend the night with her. One night on Thanksgiving Eve, as I drifted into sleep in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand 　14　 stole across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.

In my memory, for the thousandth time, I　15　 the night when my rude young voice 　16　: "Don't do that any more-your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in mine, I blurted out how 　17　 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 　18　-long ago.