ngry 一 my mom’s hands pushing my hair that way. But it really made me uncomfortable, for they rough(粗糙的)against my young skin. Finally, one night, I her, ‘‘Don’t do that any more. Your hands are too rough!” She didn’t say anything, she never did it again.
Years later, I missed my mother’s and her goodnight kiss on my face. I’m not a little girl any more. My mom is her mid-seventies, and her rough hands are still doing things for my family and me.
Now my own children have . It was late on Thanksgiving Eve. As I slept in my bedroom, a familiar hand ran across my to push the hair from my head. Then a kiss, ever so softly, touched my brow(额头).
Taking my mom’s hand, I told her how I was for that night I shouted at her. But my mom didn’t know what I was talking about. She had forgotten it long ago.
That night, I with a new appreciation(感激)for my mother’s caring hands. And the guilt(内疚)that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.