—She{#blank#}1{#/blank#}(go)to the dining hall．

Free to be yourself

    When a woman took the seat beside me on a plane, I felt uncomfortable. She had to make herself lower {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(slow), pushing her heavy body into the small space.

    "My name is Kelly. I'm a Canadian. Where are you {#blank#}2{#/blank#}?"She waved her hand quickly in front of my face. "China," I said as I shook her hand unwillingly. When we {#blank#}3{#/blank#}(serve) drinks and meals, she made sure that I had enough room in my seat.

    "I don't want {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(make) you uncomfortable with my elephant size!" she said truly. As we talked, I was surprised by her wise {#blank#}5{#/blank#}(word). She had read many books and was knowledgeable.

I asked her {#blank#}6{#/blank#}she ever thought about losing some weight.

    "Aren't you worried{#blank#}7{#/blank#}the illnesses that come with being overweight?"

    "Not at all. I eat {#blank#}8{#/blank#}(healthy) and walk regularly. " she said. "I believe, in my heart, the people {#blank#}9{#/blank#}get ill are the ones who worry. So you are free to be yourself."

    I suddenly realized that Kelly was {#blank#}10{#/blank#}(beautiful) and cleverest woman I had ever met in my life.

    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.