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¡¾ÌâÄ¿¡¿ When I was in high school, I worked parttime helping Dad sell fruits and vegetables at a market. One day, as I was preparing the fruits, a little boy came by with his mom and sister. He was about eight years old, and the girl, five or six. They were looking at the fruits in front of me. I heard the kids say to their mom(in French)£¬¡°They're good£¡¡± I knew it was French, because I can speak and understand it.

Then I noticed how the mom was picking the fruits. At first I thought she was really looking at the fruits because she was facing them, but then I noticed how much she had to feel and smell each one as she picked them out. And she often asked her son if it looked okay, but looked way above where his face was. Putting what I saw together, I was sure she was blind.

Both of the kids continued to help their mom pick out the fruits. The son made sure the fruits were not obviously bad, and the daughter handed them to her mom. The woman then felt each one and smiled, and the daughter would put them into their basket. The kids were smiling while helping their mom pick the fruits out.

Their smile and gentle manner moved me in a way that never happened before. It was so beautiful to see such young kids so willingly help. Most kids that age would be picking out candies or toys in a store for themselves, instead of helping their mom pick out fruits, as the two kids did.

It was great to witness the moment, but not so great because I didn't tell the mom how beautiful her children were in their language. This is what I regret to this day.

¡¾1¡¿When the writer was preparing the fruits, a little boy came by with________.

A.his classmates and friendsB.his parents and sister

C.his mom and sisterD.his mom and brother

¡¾2¡¿The woman and her kids came to the market to buy________.

A.fruitsB.basketsC.candiesD.toys

¡¾3¡¿According to what he saw, the writer was sure the mother couldn't________.

A.speakB.seeC.smellD.hear

¡¾4¡¿The writer was moved because________.

A.the mother was brave to face her problemsB.the kids were polite and kind to each other

C.the mother was careful in picking out thingsD.the kids were so willing to help their mother

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