Sometimes, I doubt(怀疑) whether there is any love between my parents. Every day they are busy trying to 1 money. They don't act in the romantic(浪漫的) ways that I read in books or I see on TV. They never say, “I love you”. My father has a bad temper(性情, 脾气), and it is 2 for him to be angry in his daily life.
One day, my mother was sewing a quilt (缝被子). I sat down beside her.
“Mom, I have a question to ask you.” I said after a while.
“What?” she asked, still working.
“Is there 3 between you and Dad?” I asked her 4 a very low voice.
My mother stopped her work and 5 her head with surprise in her eyes. She didn't answer immediately. Then she bowed(低下) her head and went on sewing(缝).
I thought I had hurt her. At last my mother said: “Susan, look at this thread(线). Sometimes it appears, but most of the time, it disappears in the quilt. It makes the quilt 6 . If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread. It can hardly be seen anywhere 7 it's really there.”
I listened carefully but I didn't understand her 8 the next spring. My father suddenly got sick. My mother had to stay with him in the 9 for a month.
After they got back, she helped my father walk slowly down the road every day. My father had never been so weak. “Dad, how are you feeling now?” I asked him one day.
“Susan, don't worry about me.” he said gently. “I just like 10 with your mom.”
Once I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. Now, I know that love is the thread that holds a family together.