Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years.
1 (follow)her longstanding custom，she’d lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my forehead.
I don’t remember 2 ，one night，I shouted out at her，“Don’t do that anymore—your hands are too rough！”She didn’t say 3 in reply.But never again 4 my mother close out my dayit first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way.Finally
