It was Mother’s Day, the day we celebrate everything mothers are and everything we do．But I’ll 1 that Sunday in 2000 was bittersweet for me．As a single mother I 2 to think of my shortcomings－how many evenings I couldn’t spend with my children, and how many things I couldn’t 3 my waitress’ salary to buy．
But what 4 kids I had!My daughter Maria was a senior in college, and Denny was home visiting from his freshman year at Harvard University．They were 5 impolite enough to complain, but there was so much more I 6 I had done for them．I just hoped they 7 ．
As I walked into the 8 quietly to start breakfast, I was greeted by a vase 9 a dozen red roses!When had Denny possibly slipped down to leave them?But even their delicate beauty was overshadowed by the note sitting beside them, in the quick, manly 10 of an eighteen-year-old．It was about a story that happened between Denny and me long ago．It 11 ：
She took a day off from her busy 12 to take the boy to see his hero in the flesh at the stadium．It took 3.5 hours just to get there, and they had to be there early 13 he could see his hero take batting practice． 14 their arrival, she took her hard-earned money to buy an overpriced T-shirt on which was 15 his hero making a diving catch．After the game, of course he had to 16 his hero’s signature, so she stayed with the little boy 17 one in the morning…
It took me long enough to 18 it, but I finally know who the 19 hero is．Mom, I love you!
And suddenly, it was a 20 Mother’s Day, after all．
It was Mother’s Day, the day we celebrate everything mothers are and everything we do．But I’ll 1 that Sunday in 2000 was bittersweet for me．As a single mother I 2 to think of my shortcomings－how many evenings I couldn’t spend with my children, and how many things I couldn’t 3 my waitress’ salary to buy．
But what 4 kids I had!My daughter Maria was a senior in college, and Denny was home visiting from his freshman year at Harvard University．They were 5 impolite enough to complain, but there was so much more I 6 I had done for them．I just hoped they 7 ．
As I walked into the 8 quietly to start breakfast, I was greeted by a vase 9 a dozen red roses!When had Denny possibly slipped down to leave them?But even their delicate beauty was overshadowed by the note sitting beside them, in the quick, manly 10 of an eighteen-year-old．It was about a story that happened between Denny and me long ago．It 11 ：
She took a day off from her busy 12 to take the boy to see his hero in the flesh at the stadium．It took 3.5 hours just to get there, and they had to be there early 13 he could see his hero take batting practice． 14 their arrival, she took her hard-earned money to buy an overpriced T-shirt on which was 15 his hero making a diving catch．After the game, of course he had to 16 his hero’s signature, so she stayed with the little boy 17 one in the morning…
It took me long enough to 18 it, but I finally know who the 19 hero is．Mom, I love you!
And suddenly, it was a 20 Mother’s Day, after all．
It was Mother’s Day, the day we celebrate everything mothers are and everything we do．But I’ll 1 that Sunday in 2000 was bittersweet for me．As a single mother I 2 to think of my shortcomings－how many evenings I couldn’t spend with my children, and how many things I couldn’t 3 my waitress’ salary to buy．
But what 4 kids I had!My daughter Maria was a senior in college, and Denny was home visiting from his freshman year at Harvard University．They were 5 impolite enough to complain, but there was so much more I 6 I had done for them．I just hoped they 7 ．
As I walked into the 8 quietly to start breakfast, I was greeted by a vase 9 a dozen red roses!When had Denny possibly slipped down to leave them?But even their fancy beauty was overshadowed by the note sitting beside them, in the quick, manly 10 of an eighteen-year-old．It was about a story that happened between Denny and me long ago．It 11 ：
She took a day off from her busy 12 to take the boy to see his hero in the flesh at the stadium．It took 3.5 hours just to get there, and they had to be there early 13 he could see his hero take batting practice． 14 their arrival, she took her hard-earned money to buy an overpriced T-shirt on which was 15 his hero making a diving catch．After the game, of course he had to 16 his hero’s signature, so she stayed with the little boy 17 one in the morning…
It took me long enough to 18 it, but I finally know who the 19 hero is．Mom, I love you!
And suddenly, it was a 20 Mother’s Day, after all．
One Thursday afternoon Mrs．Clarke locked her door and went to the women’s club as usual．It was a passing way 1 an old woman who lived 2 ．When she came home, she sensed something 3 ．Had someone got in?The back door and the windows were all locked and there was no 4 of forced entry(进入)．Had anything been taken?She went from room to room, 5 , and found her camera and spare watch missing．The following Thursday she went out at her usual time, but didn’t go to the club． 6 , she took a short walk in a park nearby and came home, 7 herself in through the backdoor．She settled down to wait and see what would 8 ．It was 4 o’clock when the before doorbell rang．Mrs．Clarke was 9 tea at the time．The bell rang again, and 10 she heard her letter-box being pushed open． 11 the kettle of boiling water, she moved quietly 12 the door．A piece of wire appeared through the letter-box, and then a 13 ．The wire turned and caught around the knob(圆形旋钮)on the door-lock．Mrs．Clarke raised the kettle and 14 the water over the hand． 15 was heard outside as the 16 fell to the floor and the hand was pulled back, which was 17 by the sound of running feet．It wasn’t long 18 the police caught the thief．And Mrs．Clarke was highly 19 at the club for her successful 20 ．
I started to love running at a young age．I loved to 1 my father and my sister around the backyard．I couldn’t 2 to get older so that I could run in the Olympics and win lots of 3
One day my mother saw a(n) 4 for a race in a newspaper．“Would you be 5 in entering this race?” she asked me, pointing to the advertisement．
“Yes, of course!” I answered．
I spent the next few days practicing for my big race．My sister 6 a table in the backyard so she could supply me with water and 7 me．
Just before the race began, my dad 8 in my ear．“Don’t use up all your energy at the beginning of the race．You need to have energy 9 you can speed up at the end．”
Following Dad’s 10 , I didn’t run as fast as I could．Then the other runners started passing me, which made me 11 ．I began to feel tired, and started slowing down and 12 harder．
“Coming on, Kelly!You can do it!Keep running．”
Out of the corner of my 13 I saw Dad running beside me around the outside of the track．
“I can’t do it!” I 14 to say．
“You can!Don’t give up!Keep running!” he called back．
I took a deep breath and tried to 15 forward．Dad continued running beside me, shouting encouraging words．
I came fifth, but I felt like a(n) 16 ．I’d done my best, and I hadn’t 17 ．
I felt thankful that my dad had 18 left my side．He always 19 me when I feel like giving up．He runs alongside me 20 my life．