哈尔滨理工大学 all the time. I had to work very hard at home and in the bakery, too.
“I loved school, though I didn t make good grades. Miss Wood s room was a happy place; it seemed like heaven to me. One day, after my folks had a big fight at breakfast, I came to school late, holding back the tears. Miss Wood kept me after school. I thought she would scold me but, instead, she let me tell her my troubles. She made me feel how much my brothers and sisters, and even my parents, needed me and from that day on, my life was worth living.
“A few months later, I heard a little girl say: Miss Wood s going to marry a missionary and go live in China! I went home crying. My parents stopped in the middle of a fight to ask me what was wrong, but they could not know great a light was going out in my life. I couldn t sleep that night.
“The next day, Miss Wood again kept me after school to see what was wrong.
When I told her, she looked surprised and tender. Please don t go way off to China! I begged.
“Viola, she answered, I can t give up China. I m going where my heart calls me, with the man I love. But I ll think of you often, and I ll send you a postcard.
“I d never had any mail of my own, so that made me feel better. When I told my mother, she shook her head, saying. Don t feel too bad, Viola, if she forgets; she ll have so many folks to write to.
“Two months later, I got a postcard with a picture of the Yangtze River, postmarked Chungking, China. Are you still making me proud of you, my little brave one? it asked. If anyone had given me a million dollars, it couldn't have made me more proud.
“Right after that, my parents broke up and we moved away from Morgantown. I raised my five brothers and sisters, married, and raised four children of my own.
“Goodness, we are almost there! I ve talked too much. I do hope I haven t bored you.” Then, for the first time, she turned to me and saw the tears in my eyes.
“Would you like to see Lucy Wood s granddaughter?” I asked. My baby was waking from her nap. My heart was singing. The burning question of my childhood had been richly answered. At long last, I knew exactly what my mother had been like.
1. The author s mother died ______.
A. when she was born B. in Morgantown, West Virginia
C. when she was two months old D. in the house where Aunt Ruth lived
2. Why was the author sometimes unable to look at her mother s picture?
A. Because that face had dark eyes.
B. Because she didn t know her.
C. Because she had done something wrong.
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