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When I was young, I really doubted whether there was love between my parents. Every day they were busy earning money so that they could
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the high tuition my brother and I needed. They didn"t
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in the romantic ways that I read in books or saw on TV.
One day, Morn was sewing a quilt. I
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sat down beside her. "Morn, I have a
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here," I said after a while. "Is there love between you and Dad?" I asked her in a very
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voice.
Morn stopped her work and raised her head with
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in her eyes. She didn"t answer immediately. She bent her head and continued to sew the quilt. I was
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if I had hurt her. I was in great embarrassment and I was at a loss what to do. But at last she said, very
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, "Susan, look at this
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. Sometimes it appears, but most of it disappears in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and lasting. If
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is a quilt, then love should be a thread. It can hardly been seen, but it"s really there.
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is inside."
I listened carefully but I couldn"t understand her until years later. One day, Dad accidentally got
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while on duty. Ever since then he could no longer
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properly. Every morning and dusk Mom would help Dad walk slowly on the country road. Along the country road, there were beautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The leaves were gently glistening
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the sun shining upon them. All of these made up the most beautiful
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in the world.
"Dad, how are you feeling now?" I asked him one day. "Susan, don"t worry about me," he said gently. "I just like walking with your morn. I like this kind of life." Looking into his eyes, I
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what they meant.
The doctor had said Dad would
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in two months. But that day never came. He
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away in peace.
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I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this
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, I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life, which makes life strong and warm...