As I admire my beautiful teapot, I am reminded of my wedding day back in 1990. My fiance(未婚夫)，Don, and I had enjoyed our last evening of ____life at his parents ‘home in Nelson. My future brother-in-law, Kerry, his wife, Tabatha, and their baby daughter, Amanda, were ____to arrive late that night. But I needed a good night’s ____before our big day, so I left Don at his parents’ place for the night.

The next morning, when I met up with my parents, I ____ something wrong. At first, they didn’t want to tell me, but eventually they ____ : Kerry, Tabatha and the baby had been in a bad ____. A drunken driver had ____ their car, throwing it into another one. The people in it acted quickly to free Kerry, Tabatha and the baby ____ the vehicle. My fiancé’s parents. Grace and John, raced to the hospital____they met the “roadside______“ who had helped their family. While telling them the ______of the accident, they mentioned that they too were coming into town for a(n)______.Grace knew that there were three weddings scheduled for the following day and asked which one they were here to attend. To her ____, these “angels” who had helped her family were my aunt Denise and her daughter, Anne!

Kerry suffered two broken legs, Tabatha a broken hip and the baby a broken leg, but ____ all three were to recover. Before heading into the operation room, Kerry make sure ____ we were told to go ahead with our wedding as ____. Just before the ceremony, we received the good news that his operation had been ____. We were greatly comforted by the news.

At the gift-opening, Grace______us a present box from Kerry and Tabatha. As we______ the damaged box, we shook our heads in amazement. Inside it was a beautiful, perfect____.

Thank you, son, for teaching me that “it's 53 to give than receive”. Now when I see a five-cent coin on the 54 and want to pick it up, I think of you and leave it 55 , just in case some kid will get a kick out of finding it.                                                                                                                                                                             

Love always, Mum.   

The story happened when I was ten years old. At that time we had to move to a(n) _________place. I was sorry because I had spent all those years in that old house. When the day came, I ran to a corner and sat ________. I thought and thought and began to cry. Suddenly I felt a hand on my head, I looked ________. It was my grandpa. I knew he was sorry too. He sat beside me and said, “It is _________, isn’t it, Tommy?” _________ I could find any words, he went on saying, “Good-bye is a cold word, too cold for us to ________.”

Then we walked in the garden, hand in hand. We _______ in front of some flowers. “It’s so _______here.” I said.

“Yes, you think it is beautiful only because it is a special place in your ________,” said my grandpa.

After a moment he said, “I planted the _______ a long time ago, when your father was born. Then the _______ came. Like many the other youths he went away to fight. Ten ________ later, news came that your father had died. That afternoon I picked some flowers from here, put them in front of his ________ and said good-bye to him.”

With tears in his eyes, grandpa ________me in his arms and said, “We are going to ________ far away, but we won’t say good-bye to our old house, never, never...”