I opened our old fridge in the garage and glanced (瞥见) inside, looking for some vegetables to make for dinner. For the past year, we' d lived on my 1 pay while my husband, Mike, was away at graduate school. With three hungry teenagers to 2 , it was a challenge to expand(扩大) our daily cost. Now, one glance at the half-empty fridge made me 3 what I'd done crazily a week earlier.
The Tuesday before 4 , Kathy, my 14-year-old daughter, said that one of her friends wasn't celebrating the holiday because her mother couldn't 5 it. "We could give them our turkey, Mom," she said. "We don' t need 6 since we' re going to Uncle Pat's." How could I explain to her that I was 7 our turkey for Christmas? We didn't have enough money for Mike to come home for Thanksgiving. The kids and I were going to my brother-in-law' s 8 I wouldn't have to spend on a big dinner. How could I afford another 9 before Christmas? We taught our kids to help others. But to help someone else when we could 10 help ourselves? Still, I knew I couldn't say no.
We prepared a bag of vegetables— and the turkey. When we brought Kathy's 11 the food, her mother cried tears of joy. At the time, their happiness made me feel 12 about giving away our turkey. But now, looking into our freezer, I wondered, who' s going to 13 us?
I pushed aside some bags of green beans and corn. Suddenly, something caught my eyes. Lying among the vegetables was a 14 turkey.
I never found out who the kind 15 was. Does it matter? Whoever it was knew exactly what we needed, when we needed it.
