Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. Every day they are busy trying to make money in order to  for my schooling.

    One day, my mother was sewing a quilt (缝被子) . I silently sat beside her and looked at her. "Mum, is there love between you and Dad?" I  her in a very low voice.

    My mother stopped her work and looked at me in . Then she said,. "Susan, look at this thread (线.) It can hardly be , but it's really there. It makes the quilt strong. If life is a quilt, love should be a thread. Love is inside.

    I couldn't understand  the next spring. At that time my father suddenly got sick

    . My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month.

    After they were back, my mother helped my father walk slowly on the country road every day. They were so kind to each other and it seemed they were the  couple in the world.

    After two months my father still couldn't walk by .

     "Dad, how are you feeling now?" I asked him one day.

     "Don't  about me." he said. "I just like walking with your mum. I like this kind of life." Reading his eyes, I knew he  my mother deeply.

    Now I understand love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm.