Night after night, she came to help me sleep, even long after my childhood years. I don't remember when it first started making me unhappy - my mom's hands touching my hair that way. But it did make me unhappy, for they felt rough(粗糙的).
Finally, one night, I shouted at her, "Don't do that anymore -your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything, but she never did it again.
Years later, I missed my mother's hands and her goodnight kiss on my face. I'm not a little girl anymore. My mom is in her mid-70s, and her rough hands are still doing things for my family and me.
Now my own children have grown up. It was late on Thanksgiving Eve. As I slept in my bedroom, a hand ran across my face to put the hair away my head. Then a kiss, ever so warm on my face.
Taking my mom's hand, I told her how sorry I was for that night I shouted at her. But my mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten it long ago. That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation (感激)for my mother and her caring hands. And the guilt (内疚)that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.