Everything about me elephant is big, from its size to how long it takes for a baby elephant to be born. Of all land animals, the elephants have the {#blank#}1{#/blank#} (large) brain and can talk to each other using their own language. They also have {#blank#}2{#/blank#} very good memory. They can remember lots of other elephants that they have known and have friends and family the same way humans do. They will get very sad {#blank#}3{#/blank#} one dies and they help family members when they are sick or hurt.

    In India and Africa they {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (use) for transportation and to carry tourists around animal parks. Elephants are different {#blank#}5{#/blank#} many other animals because they are very kind and care about humans. They are gentle and kind and don't hurt anyone. They will only fight to protect {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (they). There is a story of an {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (India) king who died and for over 30 years his favourite elephant was very sad and would not do anything.

    And how do we humans treat elephants? For {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (thousand) of years elephants have been treated very {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (bad) and killed by humans. Although there is an international agreement to stop the ivory (象牙) from being sold, people still shoot and kill elephants to get their tusks. In fact, in 20 years there might not be any elephant left on Earth. So it is important for us {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (save) the elephants before it's too late.

    Night after night, she came to help me sleep, even long after my childhood years.

    I don't remember {#blank#}1{#/blank#} it first started making me a little angry- my mom's hands pushing my hair that way. But it really made me {#blank#}2{#/blank#} ( comfortable), for they felt rough (粗糙的) against my young skin. {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (final), one night, I shouted at her, "Don't do that anymore. Your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything, {#blank#}4{#/blank#} she never did it again.

    Years later, I missed my mother's hands and her goodnight kiss on my face. I'm not a little girl any more. My mom is {#blank#}5{#/blank#} her mid-seventies，and her rough hands are still doing things for my family and me.

    Now my own children have grown up. It was late on Thanksgiving Eve. As I slept in my bedroom, a familiar hand ran across {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (I) face to push the hair from my head. Then a kiss, ever so {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(soft), touched my brow(额头).

    {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (take) my mom's hand, I told her how sorry I was for the night I shouted at her. But my mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten it long ago.

    That night, I fell {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (sleep) with the new appreciation(感激) for my mother's caring hands. And {#blank#}10{#/blank#} guilt(内疚) that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.