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　　It was Mother’s Day, the day we celebrate everything mothers are and everything we do．But I’ll 　　1　　 that Sunday in 2000 was bittersweet for me．As a single mother I 　　2　　 to think of my shortcomings－how many evenings I couldn’t spend with my children, and how many things I couldn’t 　　3　　 my waitress’ salary to buy．

　　But what 　　4　　 kids I had!My daughter Maria was a senior in college, and Denny was home visiting from his freshman year at Harvard University．They were 　　5　　 impolite enough to complain, but there was so much more I 　　6　　 I had done for them．I just hoped they 　　7　　．

　　As I walked into the 　　8　　 quietly to start breakfast, I was greeted by a vase 　　9　　 a dozen red roses!When had Denny possibly slipped down to leave them?But even their delicate beauty was overshadowed by the note sitting beside them, in the quick, manly 　　10　　 of an eighteen-year-old．It was about a story that happened between Denny and me long ago．It 　　11　　：

　　She took a day off from her busy 　　12　　 to take the boy to see his hero in the flesh at the stadium．It took 3.5 hours just to get there, and they had to be there early 　　13　　 he could see his hero take batting practice．　　14　　 their arrival, she took her hard-earned money to buy an overpriced T-shirt on which was 　　15　　 his hero making a diving catch．After the game, of course he had to 　　16　　 his hero’s signature, so she stayed with the little boy 　　17　　 one in the morning…

　　It took me long enough to 　　18　　 it, but I finally know who the 　　19　　 hero is．Mom, I love you!

　　And suddenly, it was a 　　20　　 Mother’s Day, after all．

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The Quiet Hero

　　It was Mother’s Day, the day we celebrate everything mothers are and everything we do．But I’ll 　　1　　 that Sunday in 2000 was bittersweet for me．As a single mother I 　　2　　 to think of my shortcomings－how many evenings I couldn’t spend with my children, and how many things I couldn’t 　　3　　 my waitress’ salary to buy．

　　But what 　　4　　 kids I had!My daughter Maria was a senior in college, and Denny was home visiting from his freshman year at Harvard University．They were 　　5　　 impolite enough to complain, but there was so much more I 　　6　　 I had done for them．I just hoped they 　　7　　．

　　As I walked into the 　　8　　 quietly to start breakfast, I was greeted by a vase 　　9　　 a dozen red roses!When had Denny possibly slipped down to leave them?But even their delicate beauty was overshadowed by the note sitting beside them, in the quick, manly 　　10　　 of an eighteen-year-old．It was about a story that happened between Denny and me long ago．It 　　11　　：

　　She took a day off from her busy 　　12　　 to take the boy to see his hero in the flesh at the stadium．It took 3.5 hours just to get there, and they had to be there early 　　13　　 he could see his hero take batting practice．　　14　　 their arrival, she took her hard-earned money to buy an overpriced T-shirt on which was 　　15　　 his hero making a diving catch．After the game, of course he had to 　　16　　 his hero’s signature, so she stayed with the little boy 　　17　　 one in the morning…

　　It took me long enough to 　　18　　 it, but I finally know who the 　　19　　 hero is．Mom, I love you!

　　And suddenly, it was a 　　20　　 Mother’s Day, after all．

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　　It was Mother’s Day, the day we celebrate everything mothers are and everything we do．But I’ll 　　1　　 that Sunday in 2000 was bittersweet for me．As a single mother I 　　2　　 to think of my shortcomings－how many evenings I couldn’t spend with my children, and how many things I couldn’t 　　3　　 my waitress’ salary to buy．

　　But what 　　4　　 kids I had!My daughter Maria was a senior in college, and Denny was home visiting from his freshman year at Harvard University．They were 　　5　　 impolite enough to complain, but there was so much more I 　　6　　 I had done for them．I just hoped they 　　7　　．

　　As I walked into the 　　8　　 quietly to start breakfast, I was greeted by a vase 　　9　　 a dozen red roses!When had Denny possibly slipped down to leave them?But even their fancy beauty was overshadowed by the note sitting beside them, in the quick, manly 　　10　　 of an eighteen-year-old．It was about a story that happened between Denny and me long ago．It 　　11　　：

　　She took a day off from her busy 　　12　　 to take the boy to see his hero in the flesh at the stadium．It took 3.5 hours just to get there, and they had to be there early 　　13　　 he could see his hero take batting practice．　　14　　 their arrival, she took her hard-earned money to buy an overpriced T-shirt on which was 　　15　　 his hero making a diving catch．After the game, of course he had to 　　16　　 his hero’s signature, so she stayed with the little boy 　　17　　 one in the morning…

　　It took me long enough to 　　18　　 it, but I finally know who the 　　19　　 hero is．Mom, I love you!

　　And suddenly, it was a 　　20　　 Mother’s Day, after all．

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One Thursday afternoon Mrs．Clarke locked her door and went to the women’s club as usual．It was a passing way 　　1　　 an old woman who lived 　　2　　．When she came home, she sensed something 　　3　　．Had someone got in?The back door and the windows were all locked and there was no 　　4　　 of forced entry(进入)．Had anything been taken?She went from room to room, 　　5　　, and found her camera and spare watch missing．The following Thursday she went out at her usual time, but didn’t go to the club．　　6　　, she took a short walk in a park nearby and came home, 　　7　　 herself in through the backdoor．She settled down to wait and see what would 　　8　　．It was 4 o’clock when the before doorbell rang．Mrs．Clarke was 　　9　　 tea at the time．The bell rang again, and 　　10　　 she heard her letter-box being pushed open．　　11　　 the kettle of boiling water, she moved quietly 　　12　　 the door．A piece of wire appeared through the letter-box, and then a 　　13　　．The wire turned and caught around the knob(圆形旋钮)on the door-lock．Mrs．Clarke raised the kettle and 　　14　　 the water over the hand．　　15　　 was heard outside as the 　　16　　 fell to the floor and the hand was pulled back, which was 　　17　　 by the sound of running feet．It wasn’t long 　　18　　 the police caught the thief．And Mrs．Clarke was highly 　　19　　 at the club for her successful 　　20　　．

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　　I started to love running at a young age．I loved to 　　1　　 my father and my sister around the backyard．I couldn’t 　　2　　 to get older so that I could run in the Olympics and win lots of 　　3　　

　　One day my mother saw a(n)　　4　　 for a race in a newspaper．“Would you be 　　5　　 in entering this race?” she asked me, pointing to the advertisement．

　　“Yes, of course!” I answered．

　　I spent the next few days practicing for my big race．My sister 　　6　　 a table in the backyard so she could supply me with water and 　　7　　 me．

　　Just before the race began, my dad 　　8　　 in my ear．“Don’t use up all your energy at the beginning of the race．You need to have energy 　　9　　 you can speed up at the end．”

　　Following Dad’s 　　10　　, I didn’t run as fast as I could．Then the other runners started passing me, which made me 　　11　　．I began to feel tired, and started slowing down and 　　12　　 harder．

　　“Coming on, Kelly!You can do it!Keep running．”

　　Out of the corner of my 　　13　　 I saw Dad running beside me around the outside of the track．

　　“I can’t do it!” I 　　14　　 to say．

　　“You can!Don’t give up!Keep running!” he called back．

　　I took a deep breath and tried to 　　15　　 forward．Dad continued running beside me, shouting encouraging words．

　　I came fifth, but I felt like a(n)　　16　　．I’d done my best, and I hadn’t 　　17　　．

　　I felt thankful that my dad had 　　18　　 left my side．He always 　　19　　 me when I feel like giving up．He runs alongside me 　　20　　 my life．

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