her　work　and　raised　her　head　with　surprise　in　her　eyes。　She　didn’t　answer　immediately。　Then　she　bowed　her　head　and　continued　to　sew　the　quilt。

I　was　very　worried　because　I　thought　I　had　hurt　her。　I　was　in　a　great　embarrassment2　and　I　didn’t　know　what　I　should　do。　But　at　last　I　heard　my　mother　say　the　following　words：書　包　網　txt小說上傳分享

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“Susan；”　she　said　thoughtfully；　“look　at　this　thread。　Sometimes　it　appears；　but　most　of　it　disappears　in　the　quilt。　The　thread　really　makes　the　quilt　strong　and　durable3。　If　life　is　a　quilt；　then　love　should　be　a　thread。　It　can　hardly　be　seen　anywhere　or　anytime；　but　it’s　really　there。　Love　is　inside。”

I　listened　carefully　but　I　couldn’t　understand　her　until　the　next　spring。　At　that　time；　my　father　suddenly　got　sick　seriously。　My　mother　had　to　stay　with　him　in　the　hospital　for　a　month。　When　they　returned　from　the　hospital；　they　both　looked　very　pale。　It　seemed　both　of　them　had　had　a　serious　illness。

After　they　were　back；　every　day　in　the　morning　and　dusk；　my　mother　helped　my　father　walk　slowly　on　the　country　road。　My　father　had　never　been　so　gentle。　It　seemed　they　were　the　most　harmonious4　couple。　Along　the　country　road；　there　were　many　beautiful　flowers；　green　grass　and　trees。　The　sun　gently　glistened5　through　the　leaves。　All　of　these　made　up　the　most　beautiful　picture　in　the　world。

The　doctor　had　said　my　father　would　recover　in　two　months。　But　after　two　months　he　still　couldn’t　walk　by　himself。　A