Sometimes a mother's greatest gift is the smallest detail of her child’s life , freely shared.

    When I was busy with my housework in the   (1)   , I was surprised to find the front door was   (2)  suddenly. Julie, our oldest child,came in. She'd been married for three months. I was still trying to get used to her   (3)  elsewhere. Sometimes I even set her place at the table without   (4)  . Julie handed me a small group of daffodils（水仙花) and said,"Guess what!"   (5)  she opened the box on the table and bent to see what was inside. As I put the flowers in  (6)  She began telling me some small   (7)  of her new life as she made herself a sandwich. She'd learned to make cake by herself, and her boss was   (8)  of her because of her hard work. We sat at the kitchen table, and I   (9)  her eat, listening to her every word   (10)   . It was a    (11)  visit.Julie had to go to work. I thanked her for the flowers and for her visit; then I walked to the door with her and     (12)   as she drove out of the yard. , I answered happily, “What?"

      (13)   in the kitchen I sat and looked at the flowers. My daughter's    (14)   was as bright and dear as the  (15)    spring daffodils. Suddenly, I  (16)   the phone and dialed (拔) my own mother's number. She lived a hundred miles away. When she   (17)  , I said,“Guess what!"

     "What?" she answered hopefully. Like Julie I didn't have any   (18)   news, just little details of the day and the children.  (19)   I'd come to understand in the last hour how valuable small talk can be. Just before I hung   (20)   , my mother said,"You made my day. "