I'd like to tell you a story about my best friend Jane. Last week in school we had a big fight, and she didn't {#blank#}1{#/blank#} me. It all started when she asked me if she could copy my homework. I asked her why she wanted to do that, and she said that she had forgotten to do hers. I said I didn't think it was a good idea. I said it would start a bad{#blank#}2{#/blank#} and she should do her own work. She got really {#blank#}3{#/blank#} at me and said she didn't want to be my best friend anymore. I said that was OK and that I was sure she would {#blank#}4{#/blank#} it. And she did. Yesterday she told me she was {#blank#}5{#/blank#}. She said it was much better if she did her own work.

(Here is a mom's letter to her son.)

Dear son,

    When I grow old one day, please{#blank#}1{#/blank#}me and try to understand me. Don't{#blank#}2{#/blank#}some of my behaviors(行为). If I make a(n){#blank#}3{#/blank#}when eating, please clean it up. If I can't dress myself, please help me. If I say something again and again, please listen to me. {#blank#}4{#/blank#}you were a kid, I read you the same story over and over again. If I can't walk, please{#blank#}5{#/blank#}me your hand. I did the same thing for you when you were learning to walk, When I am{#blank#}6{#/blank#}, you should look after me well. I can only {#blank#}7{#/blank#}you. I have no one else. I looked after you, so in the future it's{#blank#}8{#/blank#}that you look after me.

    I love you, son!

    Your mom, 

Linda Brown