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完形填空
Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents．Every day they are very busy trying to 1 in order to pay the high tuition for my brother and me．They don't act in the
2 ways that I read in books or I see on TV．In their opinion, “I love you”is too 3 for them to say．Sending flowers to each other on Valentines Day is even more out of 4 ．One day, my mother was sewing a quilt．I sat down beside her．“Mom, I have a question to ask you．Is there
5 between you and Dad?”I asked her in a very low voice．She didn't answer immediately．She 6 her head and continued to sew the quilt．
I was very worried because I thought I had 7 her．I was 8 and I didn't know what I should do．But at last I heard my mother say the following words：
“Susan,”she said thoughtfully,“Look at this thread．Sometimes it 9 , but most of it disappears in the quilt．The thread really makes the quilt 10 ．If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread．It can hardly be seen 11 , but its really there．Love is 12 ．”I listened carefully but I 13 her until the next spring．At that time, my father suddenly 14 seriously．My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month．When they returned from the hospital, they both looked 15 ．It seemed both of them had had a serious illness．After they were back, every day in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 16 on the country road．
“Dad, how are you feeling now?”I asked him one day．“Susan, don't 17 me．”he said gently．“To tell you the truth, I just like walking with your mom．” 18 his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply．
Once I thought love meant flowers, gifts and 19 ．But from this experience, I understand that love is just 20 in the quilt of our life．Love is inside, making life strong and warm．
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