A young Scottish lady, like a lot of teens today, got tired of home. The daughter objected to her family’s 　1.　lifestyle and said, “I don’t want your God. I am leaving!” She left home. Before long, she was disappointed and unable to find a job, so she took to the streets to do everything she could to 　2.　. Many years passed by, her father died, her mother grew 　3.　, and the daughter became more and more stubborn in her way of life.

No  4. was made between mother and daughter during these years. The mother, having 　 heard of her daughter’s whereabouts, went to the poor part of the city in 　5.　of her daughter. She stopped at 　6.　of the rescue missions(收容所) with a simple speech. “Would you allow me to 　7.　this picture?” It was a picture of the smiling, gray-haired mother with a handwritten 　8.　at the bottom: “I love you still … come home!”

One day the daughter wandered into a rescue mission for a hot meal. She sat 　9.　listening to the service, all the while letting her 　10.　wander over to the bulletin board. There she saw the picture and thought, could that be my mother?

She couldn’t 　11.　until the service was over. She stood and went to look. It was her mother, and there were those words, “I love you still … come home!”　12.　she stood in front of the picture, she wept. It was too 　13.　to be true.

It was night, but she was so 　14.　by the message that she started walking home.　15.　the time she arrived it was early in the morning. She was afraid and 　16.　her way timidly. As she knocked, the door 　17.　open on its own. She thought someone must broken into the house. Concerned for her mother’s 　18.　, the young girl ran to the bedroom and shook her mother awake and said, “It’s me! It’s me! I’m home!”

The mother couldn’t believe her eyes. They fell into each other’s 　19.　. The daughter said, “I was so worried and thought someone had broken in.” The mother replied gently, “No, dear. From the day you left, that door has never been 　20.　.”

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　　When I was growing up，I was embarrassed（局促不安）to be seen with my father．He was severely crippled（破的）and very short，and when we 　1　 walk together，his hand on my arm for 　2　，people would 　3　．I would inwardly squirm（局促不安）at the unwanted attention．But as we started out，he always said，“You set the pace．I will try to adjust to（适应）you．”

　　Our usual walk was 　4　 the subway，　5　 was how he got to work．He went to work，and，　6　 bad weather，he always never 　7　 a day．

　　When snow or ice was on the ground，it was impossible for him to walk，even with help．　8　 my sister or would 　9　 him through the streets on a child's sleigh（雪撬）to the subway entrance．

　　He never talked about himself as an object of pity，　10　 did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able．What He 　11　 in others was a“ good heart，”and if he found one，the owner was good enough for him．Now that I am older，I believe that is a 　12　 standard by which to judge people，　13　 I still don't know exactly what a“good heart”is．But know the times don't have 　14　 myself．

　　Unable to engage in many activities，my father still tried to take part in some may．

　　When a local sandlot baseball team found itself without a manager，he 　15　 it going．I now know he 　16　 some things indirectly through me．When I played ball，he“ played”too．

　　He had been 　17　 many years now，but I think of him often． I wonder if he sensed my un-willingness 　18　 with him during our walks．If he did，I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was，how I regretted it．I think of him when I get unhappy with something unimportant，when I am envious of another's good 　19　，when I don't have“good heart．”At such times I put

my hand on his arm to 　20　 my balance，and say，“You set the pace．I'll try to adjust to you．

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