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There was a time when I thought my dad didn’t know a thing about being a good father. I couldn’t 31 him ever saying the words “I love you.” It seems to me his only purpose in life was to say “__32_ ” to anywhere I wanted to go and anything I wanted to do, including getting a 33 . Some parents bought their kids cars when they got their driver’s licenses. Not my dad ---- he said that I’d have to get a job and buy my own.
So that is what I did. I got a job at a very nice restaurant and 34 every penny I could and 35 I had enough to buy my car, I did! The day I brought that car home, my dad was the first one I wanted to 36 to. “Look, dad, a car of my own. If you ever want a ride, I’ll only 37 you five dollars.” I offered with a smile.
“I see,” was all he said.
One day, there was something wrong with my father’s truck. So he needed a 38 to work. . The sun wasn’t even up when we left the house, 39 it was already getting warm out. It was going to be a(n) 40 day. As I dropped my dad off, I 41 him, dressed in his work clothes, getting his 42 from the trunk of my car. Watching his sun-weathered face, and even from a distance I could tell there were 43 lines than I ever remembered being there before. I realized how hard my dad works for the family. My father is a cement finisher. In that instant, it 44 to me that he actually got down on his hands and knees to sweat over hot concrete to make a living for his family. And he did this day in and day out, 45 hot it got. Never, not once, had I heard him 46 about it. To him we were “worth” it. And never once did he “charge” us for it.
When he closed the trunk, his tools set off to the side, he walked over to my window to 47 me five dollars. I rolled down the window and said “Good-bye, dad. Keep your five dollars. It’s my 48. Don’t work too hard. I love you.” His 49 met mine, then glanced away in the direction of his waiting tools, he 50 his throat and said, “Oh, and… me, too.”
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There was a time when I thought my dad didn’t know a thing about being a good father. I couldn’t 31 him ever saying the words “I love you.” It seems to me his only purpose in life was to say “__32_ ” to anywhere I wanted to go and anything I wanted to do, including getting a 33 . Some parents bought their kids cars when they got their driver’s licenses. Not my dad ---- he said that I’d have to get a job and buy my own.
So that is what I did. I got a job at a very nice restaurant and 34 every penny I could and 35 I had enough to buy my car, I did! The day I brought that car home, my dad was the first one I wanted to 36 to. “Look, dad, a car of my own. If you ever want a ride, I’ll only 37 you five dollars.” I offered with a smile.
“I see,” was all he said.
One day, there was something wrong with my father’s truck. So he needed a 38 to work. . The sun wasn’t even up when we left the house, 39 it was already getting warm out. It was going to be a(n) 40 day. As I dropped my dad off, I 41 him, dressed in his work clothes, getting his 42 from the trunk of my car. Watching his sun-weathered face, and even from a distance I could tell there were 43 lines than I ever remembered being there before. I realized how hard my dad works for the family. My father is a cement finisher. In that instant, it 44 to me that he actually got down on his hands and knees to sweat over hot concrete to make a living for his family. And he did this day in and day out, 45 hot it got. Never, not once, had I heard him 46 about it. To him we were “worth” it. And never once did he “charge” us for it.
When he closed the trunk, his tools set off to the side, he walked over to my window to 47 me five dollars. I rolled down the window and said “Good-bye, dad. Keep your five dollars. It’s my 48. Don’t work too hard. I love you.” His 49 met mine, then glanced away in the direction of his waiting tools, he 50 his throat and said, “Oh, and… me, too.”
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There was a time when I thought my dad didn’t know a thing about being a good father. I couldn’t 31 him ever saying the words “I love you.” It seems to me his only purpose in life was to say “__32_ ” to anywhere I wanted to go and anything I wanted to do, including getting a 33 . Some parents bought their kids cars when they got their driver’s licenses. Not my dad ---- he said that I’d have to get a job and buy my own.
So that is what I did. I got a job at a very nice restaurant and 34 every penny I could and 35 I had enough to buy my car, I did! The day I brought that car home, my dad was the first one I wanted to 36 to. “Look, dad, a car of my own. If you ever want a ride, I’ll only 37 you five dollars.” I offered with a smile.
“I see,” was all he said.
One day, there was something wrong with my father’s truck. So he needed a 38 to work. . The sun wasn’t even up when we left the house, 39 it was already getting warm out. It was going to be a(n) 40 day. As I dropped my dad off, I 41 him, dressed in his work clothes, getting his 42 from the trunk of my car. Watching his sun-weathered face, and even from a distance I could tell there were 43 lines than I ever remembered being there before. I realized how hard my dad works for the family. My father is a cement finisher. In that instant, it 44 to me that he actually got down on his hands and knees to sweat over hot concrete to make a living for his family. And he did this day in and day out, 45 hot it got. Never, not once, had I heard him 46 about it. To him we were “worth” it. And never once did he “charge” us for it.
When he closed the trunk, his tools set off to the side, he walked over to my window to 47 me five dollars. I rolled down the window and said “Good-bye, dad. Keep your five dollars. It’s my 48. Don’t work too hard. I love you.” His 49 met mine, then glanced away in the direction of his waiting tools, he 50 his throat and said, “Oh, and… me, too.”
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There was a time when I thought my dad didn’t know a thing about being a good father. I couldn’t 31 him ever saying the words “I love you.” It seems to me his only purpose in life was to say “__32_ ” to anywhere I wanted to go and anything I wanted to do, including getting a 33 . Some parents bought their kids cars when they got their driver’s licenses. Not my dad ---- he said that I’d have to get a job and buy my own.
So that is what I did. I got a job at a very nice restaurant and 34 every penny I could and 35 I had enough to buy my car, I did! The day I brought that car home, my dad was the first one I wanted to 36 to. “Look, dad, a car of my own. If you ever want a ride, I’ll only 37 you five dollars.” I offered with a smile.
“I see,” was all he said.
One day, there was something wrong with my father’s truck. So he needed a 38 to work. . The sun wasn’t even up when we left the house, 39 it was already getting warm out. It was going to be a(n) 40 day. As I dropped my dad off, I 41 him, dressed in his work clothes, getting his 42 from the trunk of my car. Watching his sun-weathered face, and even from a distance I could tell there were 43 lines than I ever remembered being there before. I realized how hard my dad works for the family. My father is a cement finisher. In that instant, it 44 to me that he actually got down on his hands and knees to sweat over hot concrete to make a living for his family. And he did this day in and day out, 45 hot it got. Never, not once, had I heard him 46 about it. To him we were “worth” it. And never once did he “charge” us for it.
When he closed the trunk, his tools set off to the side, he walked over to my window to 47 me five dollars. I rolled down the window and said “Good-bye, dad. Keep your five dollars. It’s my 48. Don’t work too hard. I love you.” His 49 met mine, then glanced away in the direction of his waiting tools, he 50 his throat and said, “Oh, and… me, too.”
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Each time I see a balloon, my mind flies back to a memory of when I was a six-year-old girl. It was a rainy Sunday and my father had recently died. I asked my mom if Dad had gone to heaven. “Yes, honey. Of course.” she said.
“Can we write him a letter?”
She paused, the longest pause of my short life, and answered, “Yes.”
My heart jumped. “How? Does the mailman go there?” I asked.
“No, but I have an idea.” Mom drove to a party store and returned with a red balloon. I asked her what it was for.
“Just wait, honey. You’ll see.” Mom told me to write my letter. Eagerly, I got my favorite pen, and poured out my six-year-old heart in the form of blue ink. I wrote about my day, what I learned at school, how Mom was doing, and even about what happened in a story I had read. For a few minutes it was as if Dad were still alive. I gave the letter to Mom. She read it over, and a smile crossed her face.
She made a hole in the corner of the letter where she looped (缠绕) the balloon string. We went outside and she gave me the balloon. It was still raining.
“Okay, on the count of three, let go. One, two, three.”
The balloon, carrying my letter, darted upward against the rain. We watched until it was swallowed by the mass of clouds.
Later I realized, like the balloon, that Dad had never let his sickness get him down. He was strong. No matter what he suffered, he’d persevere, dart up, and finally transcend this cold world and his sick body. He rose into sky and became something beautiful. I watched until the balloon disappeared into the gray and white and I prayed that his strength was hereditary. I prayed to be a balloon.
1.What does the underlined sentence imply?
A. When the girl asked if they could write to her father, her mother felt it hard to answer.
B. When the girl asked if they could write to her father, her mother thought her a creative girl.
C. When the girl asked if they could write to her father, her mother believed it easy to do so.
D. When the girl asked if they could write to her father, her mother found it easy to lie.
2.When the girl was told that she could send a letter to her father, she _________.
A. jumped with surprise B. became excited
C. didn’t know how to write D. was worried that it couldn’t be delivered
3.In the eyes of the author, what was the rain like?
A. An incurable disease. B. An unforgettable memory.
C. The hard time her father had. D. The failures her father experienced.
4.What would be the best title for the passage?
A. An unforgettable experience. B. The strong red balloon.
C. Fly to paradise. D. A great father.
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