题型:阅读理解 题类:常考题 难易度:普通
上海市上海市外2019-2020学年高一上学期英语预初期中考试试卷
NIGHT after night, she came to help me sleep, even long after my childhood years. I don't remember when it first started annoying me—my mom's hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted at her: "Don't do that anymore—your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything, but 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 anymore. My mom is in her mid-70s, 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 my face to push the hair from my head. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.
Taking my mom's hand, I told her how sorry I was for that 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 asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
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