That was when my son was 6 years old. My son is now 22 but whenever I look at him even as a grown man, I remember the small child with 1.
Our cat was 2 to give birth. And like all young children, my son was very interested in the birth of the babies. During the following week, he never stopped 3 me for a chance to witness it. At last, I agreed. I answered all his questions and prepared him the best 4 he might not be shocked or frightened.
That 5 when my son arrived home, one baby cat had been born. He was so 6 at what he saw that he would put his hand on the mother cat's stomach and feel the other babies 7. When the mother cat began to 8 very loudly, it was clear that the second baby was on its way. My sona9but never said a word. Then he asked me, "Mum, why does she cry so loudly when the baby comes?" I 10 that it was not a hurtful pain but a pain of great pleasure 11 the mother.
When the 12 of the third baby was coming by the crying of the mother cat, my son 13 hugged (拥抱) me with tears 14 his face, saying, “Mum, I'm sorry for the 15 I brought you to have me.” My heart almost stopped. With a(n) 16 choice of words, I told him that his birth had brought me 17 but smiles, and that I would like to 18 it 100 times.
Now my son is a grown man, but he always 19 that night, for it was on that night that he finally 20 what the word “love” meant.
