Moments with Mum were painfully short because I spent most of the year at our boarding school. Yet the warmth she gave me kept us 1
However, those 2 moments gradually faded as I moved further. Soon, weekly phone calls filled with small talks were too rushed to ever 3 into real talks, real feelings. Her 4 points of view and old-fashioned advice forced me to 5 her. But the more I pulled away, the more I felt an emptiness, a 6 for the bond that had grown so lifeless. Then there came a(n) 7 .
When visiting the Art Science Museum, I signed up for a 8 drawing activity, 9 hoping producing something together would help us connect. As our creative juices flowed, our faded relationship began to 10 gradually.
"Look there!" Mum said excitedly, 11 a digital screen displaying the fish we had finished, reaching out and touching it as if doing so would bring it to life.
That momentary glimpse（瞥见）of my mother's childlike 12 , that rare instance where she let slip an inner innocence and delight at a new experience, revealed the little girl 13 her, who like me, had lost a vital connection to the 14 of adulthood and motherhood.
I stood there, misty-eyed, knowing our bond 15 again and life did come full circle.
