When the phone finally stopped ringing and the house lay still with grief, I filled my home with the sweet smell of peach pie to mask the scent of worry that still lingered.
The weekend after Dad’s diagnosis (诊断), Mom had sent the same text to each concerned relative and friend: Jay was diagnosed with Pick’s disease. We are going back to the doctor for more information. Then Mom put down the phone, rubbed her forehead, and suggested that we go for a drive. On the interstate, we passed a board with clear red letters: “Fredericksburg peaches, the best fruit you can find in Central Texas.” Mom went to negotiate with the stand owner.
Now in our kitchen, the sweet smell of peach juice drifted into the living room and pulled Dad away from the football game on TV.
“Oh! You got peaches?” He eyed the fruit with childish glee (欢快).
“Here,” I handed him a knife. “We’re making peach pie.”
I showed him how to peel the skin off. As I made pie dough, he asked questions: How long does it take to bake? Are you adding sugar? How many peaches? What should I do with the seeds? Showing him how to slice and measure and mix in a calm, firm voice, I suddenly felt grown up.
The summer had reversed our roles; now, I was the adult. I stayed home all summer and cooked his dinner, washed his T-shirts and helped him make phone calls. I stayed up late thinking about him and monitored him like an anxious caretaker.
The same day, before the afternoon drive and peach pie, I had held my tears as I read the diagnosis for Pick’s disease: four to ten years, depending on how fast the damaged proteins overpower Dad’s brain. I decided then that I would be grateful for just four more years with Dad, enough for him to see me become an adult for real.
【小题1】Why did Mom propose a ride?A.To purchase fruits. | B.To enjoy a trip. |
C.To release sorrow. | D.To consult the doctor. |
A.It takes years for Dad to recover. |
B.The author enjoys the time with Dad. |
C.Dad shows little interest in football games. |
D.The author gets annoyed by Dad’s questions. |
A.Tough and confusing. | B.Boring but rewarding. |
C.Annoying and struggling. | D.Painstaking but meaningful. |
A.Peach Pie | B.Diagnosis for Dad |
C.Father And Daughter | D.A Plain Summer Day |
Some of my earliest memories involve sitting with my dad in his study every night when he came home from the office, I’d watch as he put his personal items away; his watch, wallet, comb and car keys They would always occupy the same spot on the table every time.
Dad’s comb was jade green. I heard he bought it when he married Mum. Every night, he would smile, hand me the comb and say, “Be a good girl and help Daddy clean it, OK?”
I was more than happy to do it. At age five, this kind of task brought me such joy. I would excitedly turn the tap on, and then brush the comb with a used toothbrush as hard as I could. Satisfied that I’d done a good job, I would proudly return the comb to Dad. He would smile at me, and place the comb on top of his wallet.
About two years later, Dad left his sales job and started his own wholesale business. I started primary school. That was when things started to change. Dad’s business wasn’t doing so well, and our stable life started getting shaky. He didn’t come home as much as he used to. And when he did come home, it was always late and I’d already be in bed. 1 started to get mad. Why didn’t he listen to Mum and just stick to his old job? Why did he take the risk and place the whole family in trouble? Over the years, I stopped waiting for him to come home, and stopped going downstairs to check on him.
Now 28, I’ve graduated from college and got a job. Dad’s business has also started to get back on track. Yet the uncomfortable silence between Dad and me went on.
Two days before my birthday last year, Dad came home early. On that evening, I helped him carry his bags into his study as usual. When I turned to leave, he asked me to clean his comb. I looked at him for a while, then took the comb and headed to the sink.
It was the same comb. After cleaning it, I passed it back to Dad. He looked at it and smiled. But this time, I noticed something different. My dad had aged. He had wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiled, yet his smile was still as heartwarming as before.
【小题1】From the first three paragraphs, we can learn___________.A.the author would study with Dad every evening |
B.the precious green comb of Dad was made of jade |
C.the earliest memories with Dad were full of joy |
D.the author was unwilling to clean the comb for Dad |
A.He was eager to get everything on track. |
B.He wanted to keep his family life stable. |
C.He was laid off and had to make a living. |
D.He hoped to earn a better life for the family. |
A.Cheerful→mad→warm. |
B.Mad→satisfied→warm. |
C.Satisfied→worried→angry |
D.Warm→concerned→uncomfortable. |
A.My Dad’s Comb |
B.Dad’s Wholesale Business |
C.Changes of My Dad |
D.My Earliest Memories with Dad |
It’s the noisiest house
In the whole of our town,
There’s doors always slamming, (bang-bang-bang)
And things falling down.
There’s my dad, who keeps shouting,
And my mum, who breaks things,
The baby (who’ll bite you!)
And our dog running rings.
There’s my sister the screamer (the loudest speaker)
And my brother who roars (吼叫),
And a grandpa who’s stone deaf.
(He’s the one who slams doors).
So come down to our house,
You don’t need the address,
You’ll hear it ten miles away
And the outside’s a mess.
You won’t mind the racket (吵闹),
You’ll just love the din (喧嚣).
For there’s never a dull moment
In the house we live in!
【小题1】What’s probably the text?A.A story. | B.A play. | C.A poem. | D.A letter. |
A.Because noises can lead you to the house. | B.Because you have come to the house before. |
C.Because no one would like to visit the house. | D.Because there is no address for the house at all. |
A.There is too much noise in the house. | B.The noise drives everyone crazy. |
C.The life in the house seems boring. | D.The writer enjoys the “noisy” home. |
Do you remember what it was like to be a kid? So much of the day was directed by adults. Sometimes kids don’t listen to the instructions.
Called “special time”, it increases opportunities for closeness between a parent and child. The concept, developed in the 1970s, is simple. For at least 5 minutes a day, sit down with your child and join them in an activity. Don’t ask questions or give commands.
Research has shown that this kind of playtime can be helpful in treating disruptive (破坏性的) conduct in children. Parent-child interaction therapy, which includes special time, has long been regarded as an “effective intervention for emotional and behavioral difficulties”. And it’s been shown to boost attention time and social skills in children. Besides, you can apply some playful objects during the playtime.
The practice often feels awkward for adults at first. But give it a week or two, and you’ll find that your child won’t want it to end.
A.That can be very frustrating for parents. |
B.This is your child’s time to be in charge. |
C.And remember, it’s a one-on-one treatment. |
D.Special time involves each member in the family. |
E.This way, you can teach a child to follow directions. |
F.It can’t be better if you make it a routine in the house. |
G.Let children play with toys that encourage imagination. |
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