Every Saturday morning, I’d awaken to the smell of garlic and pepper. I would go into the kitchen to find my grandma sitting over a large silver bowl, _______ the fresh cabbages with garlic, salt, and red pepper. That was how the tasty Korean dish, kimchi (泡菜), was _______ every weekend at my home.

Our dinner table was always _______ by my grandma’s specialty as kimchi filled every _______. And the delicious smell of garlic would never leave our home, _______, the delicious food was defenseless against the _______ of Alzheimer (阿尔茨海默病) she was suffering from. Within a year of discovering the disease, she lived with us like a total _______. She would look at me and ask, “Who are you?” The ceremony-like rigor (严格) of Saturday mornings came to a _______ and during dinner, the _______ taste of factory-made kimchi only highlighted the ________ of the family tradition.

One day, my mom ________ some fresh cabbages and red pepper home. She began to make kimchi. The ________ smell excited my nose. ________ and slowly, my grandma stood up from the couch, and as if ________ by the smell, sat by the silver bowl and dug her ________ into the seasoned cabbages. Though her hands no longer ________ the swiftness and accuracy they once did, her face presented the aged rigor of a ________. That night, we ate not-so-perfect kimchi. I still remember my grandma picked up a piece and said, “Here, Dong Jin. ________ it, my boy.” That moment of ________ thinking seemed short-lived. My grandma used to say,“Tigers leave furs when they die; humans leave their names.” What she left was the smell of garlic that ________ around my house.

Five years ago, I lived in the countryside, whose road was extremely terrible. Every evening when I was away from home on business, my little boy would ask _______ of his mother to take his black dog and his daddy’s walking stick, to make the half-mile _______ from the house to the fence which _______ the beginning of the dirty driveway.

One day, I was busy with my business and _______ for about an hour, completely forgetting about the _______ little boy down the road who might be waiting for me.

On my way home, the rain was so thick that I could not _______ ten feet in front of me. All I could _______ was finishing my journey and getting out of the rain. At last, the downpour began to abate(减弱). It was only a drizzle(细雨)by the time my car turned the last _______ and approached the final street between me and a warm home and a nice meal.

_______, I caught sight of my little boy, who was ________ an umbrella in one hand, a walking stick in the other, and was wearing a big and most beautiful smile ever to lighten the ________ of a little boy.

As I stopped the car and opened the door，he ran into my arms and held me long and hard.He was wet and ________ with cold, but he never ________ the rain, nor the hour-long wait. He simply said, “Daddy, I miss you. I am so glad you are home.”

Last year, we moved to a wonderful new home provided for a special season in our lives. We no longer have a long country road. ________, I have never forgotten the rainy day, the little boy and his black dog. Often, perhaps a thousand times, that ________ has appeared in my mind. Like all events in our lives, it happens once, and must be treasured.

I always remember the first time I tried ballet. My mother was a _______ and I wanted nothing more than to be like her, but after _______ during my first class, I felt like I wanted to quit right away. As it was only my first day,_______, I told my mum I couldn’t wait to dance again.

Weeks passed and my dancing didn’t get any better. So when my dance teacher announced that we were to perform in a show, I feared _______ on my face in front of hundreds of people, and _______ my mum.

Even though I practiced for the show as much as I could, I never quite got the hang of it. Finally, feeling nervous and _______, I went to my mum to tell her how I felt. As I cried, I told her how _______ dancing was for me. My mother simply laughed and told me that from that day, she would teach me all she knew about ballet. She wiped the _______ from my face, and I smiled.

My mum quickly discovered how bad at ballet I was, but she still taught me with the greatest _______, love, and understanding. When I leapt and fell, she was there to catch me. When I lost my ________, she held me up. By the time the ________ arrived, I was as prepared as I could be.

The music began and my heart started to race. Breathing steadily, I began moving to the music without ________ a step. When the music stopped, I ran off the stage and laughed in ________.

After the show,my mum found me and gave me a huge hug, telling me how proud she was. I looked my mum in the eye and told her that there was no way this could have happened ________ her. Through this all, I realised one important ________: Never be afraid to reach for the stars, because even if you fall, you’ll always be wearing a “parachute”.