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语言朋友(49)after night, as was often the case, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the __1__ ，then kiss my forehead.I don't remember when it first started __2__ me .But it did.Finally one night, I shouted out at her, “Don't do that any more － your hands are too__3__！” She didn't say anything in __4__ my day with that familiar __5__of her love. With the years passing, my thoughts__6__ to that night, when I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight__7__ on my forehead.Sometimes the incident seemed very __8__ , while sometimes far away.But always it was hidden in the back of my __9__.Now Mom is in her seventies, and those hands that I __10__ thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my __11__.And now my own children are grown and gone.One Thanksgiving Eve，as I __12__ in the bedroom of my youth, a__13__hand hesitantly run across my face to__14__the hair from my forehead.Then a kiss, ever so __15__， touched my brow. In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night and my young voice __16__ “Don't do that any more your hands are too rough！”__17____18__I was for that night.I thought she'd remember, as I did.But Mom didn't know what I was talking about.She had__19__， and forgiven long ago. That night, I fell asleep with a new __20__for my gentle mother and her caring hands.And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found. | 
