Last summer my son, Eric, left for university in another country. Our once lively house became quiet and1. I missed him so much that I started sending him messages on the phone, mainly to say hello or to give him a word of warning.
I did get Eric's messages, but most of them were about2. They were no different from the notes he used to leave3the white board when he was at home.
I bought a new pair of shoes. They cost me $90. Please help!"
"Money is running short 4 I've bought some books for my research paper. Help me please!"
Recently however, Eric begins to send me all kinds of articles: some funny, some touching and some worth5. He says they will help me understand young men better and keep up with the times.
I read the articles slowly, like a careful student, with mixed feelings as well-my kid, who followed me around not long ago, has now become my6.
So I write back. ""I've read all those articles. I'll take7as a loving son's expectations towards his mother. He must be thinking that his mother is still8enough to accept new things. That makes me feel proud. What we parents lack(缺乏) most is the ability to learn and 9, in both body and mind. Thank you, my son. "
In this way we share ideas and 10 each other, with a gentle and beautiful language we seldom use. Every time I read those messages, I feel my heart filled with warmth.
