Hello, my name is Lucy. I come from England. I live in a very big house _______ my parents. There is a small _______ in front of my house. I grow a lot of beautiful flowers in it. Now let me tell you about _______ house.

This is the sitting room. There is a photo of my _______ on the wall. We all look happy in it. We have a big sofa. I like sitting on it to watch TV. There are two bedrooms. _______ is for my parents and the other is for my sister and me. Our bedroom is not very big, _______ it is very comfortable. There is a toy cat on my bed. She is my best friend. I like the _______ very much because my parents _______ cook delicious food for us in it. We can enjoy the nice food every day. The bathroom is _______ my parents’ bedroom and ours. I take ________ bath in it every evening. My home is very comfortable and I like it a lot.

When I was a little girl, my mother enjoyed reading books. She would ask my father to bring many books from the library. My mother liked finishing a story without any ________. So she would finish up all her housework quickly and then she kept plenty of time to read.

One Sunday my father borrowed a very popular novel (小说) from the library. On the way home he bought some hot snacks because he thought that it would be happy for us to ________ the snacks when having some family talks. But after he gave the book to my mother, she was completely lost in it. She then read books without talking to any of us.

Then something changed in our family. It was Christmas season and some ________ visited us at our home. My sister and I had a(n) ________ time playing with our cousins and we enjoyed the delicious food, but something made my father a little angry. My mother kept herself in her own room all the time, reading her new novel. My aunt noticed my mother’s problem and decided to solve it in her own way.

My aunt took my mother’s novel away and didn’t give it to her until she ________ that she would never get crazy about reading again. Since then, my fimily has enjoyed a ________ life. Now my mother still prefers reading books, but only when she is alone.

Haven’t seen you for some time. These days our sweet moments keep running into my mind. I think there can be magic in the touch of a hand that loves you. Since you were born, I remembered, as a _______ , you reached for me whenever you were hungry or just needed to be held. Sometimes, _______ you woke at night, just the touch of my hand would make you back to sleep. My hands picked you up when you fell, and I gave you a big hand _______ at your sports games. That’s the magic in the touch of a hand with love.

As you grew older, I _______ that you didn’t hold my hand much any more. I told myself it was part of growing up, and I should just be ________ you could do things on your own now. But when I’ve been needed so much for such a long time, it’s hard to step _______ and feel unnecessary.

On that day, I was visiting you in your city. As we were about to cross a _______ street that was filled with traffic, you took my hand suddenly and shouted, “Hang on to me, Mom,” then _______ me safely across. At that moment, I realized that my boy became a man and our roles changed. We still needed each other, but in different ways.

My dear son, you have taught me to depend on _______ just as you once depended on me. The loving hands “touch” us, even if we live miles away. That’s because there is always a silent _______ between us that says, “I am here and you are not alone.”

Love,

Mom