I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat doing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pen, and white paper, I decided that the act of ___36___ must be the most ___37___ thing in the world.
Years later, during her final illness, mother ___38___ different things for my sister and brother. “But the ___39___”, she said, “is for Elizabeth”.
I never saw her angry, and never saw her cry. I knew she ___40___ me, she showed it in action. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened. And a gulf(深渊) opened between us. I was “too emotional（易激动的）”. But she was different from me.
