Night after night, she came to tuckme in, even long after my childhood years. Sh

   Night after night, she came to tuck（掖被子）me in, even long after my childhood years. She’d    21   down, push my long hair out of the way, and then kiss my forehead.

   I don’t remember   22   it first started making me angry-the   23   that her hands pushed my hair. Finally, one night, I  24   her,“don’t do that any more-your hands are too  25  !”She didn’t say anything in   26  . But never again did my mother close out my day with that   27   expression of her love. Lying awake long afterward, my words  28   me, but I didn’t tell her I was sorry.

   Well,  29   have passed. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and her hands I once thought to be so rough are   30   doing things for my family and me. She’s been our doctor, and always had a way of   31   a girl’s stomachache or a boy’s hurt knee. She  32   the best fried chicken in the world.

   Now, my own children are grown and gone. On special days, I have got into the habit of drawing the next door to  33   the night with her. So it was late one Thanksgiving Eve, as I   34 

into sleep in the bedroom, a familiar hand  35   stole across my face to brush the   36   from my forehead. Then she  37   my brow ever so gently.

   Catching Mom’s hand in mine, I blurted out（脱口说出）how  38   I was for that night. I thought she’d remember it as I did.  39   Mom didn’t know what I was talking about. She had forgotten it and forgiven me long ago.

   That night, I fell asleep with a new  40   for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.

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