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I arrived at my mother's home for our Monday family dinner. The smells of food flew over from the kitchen. Mother was pulling out quilt agter quilt from the boxes, proudly showing their beauties. She was perparing for a quilt showat the Elmhurst Church. When we began to fold and put them back into the boxes, I noticed something at the botten of on box.. I pulled it out. “What is it?” I asked.
“Oh?”Mon said, “that's Mama's quilt.”
I spread the quilt. It looked as if a group of school children had pieced it together: irrugular designs, childish pictures, a crooked line on the right.
“Grandmother made this?” I said, surprised. My grandmother was a master at making quilts. This didn't certainly look like any of the quils she had made.
“Yes, right before she died. I brought it home with me last year and made some changes,” she said. “I'm still working on it. See, this is what I've done so far.”
I looked at it more closely. She had made straight a crooked line. Athe center of the quilt, she had stitched a piece of cloth with those words: “My mother made many quilts. She didn't get all line straight. But I think this is beautiful. I want to see it finished. Her last quilt.”
“Oh, this is so nice, mom,” I said. It occurred to me that by completing my groundmother's quilt, my mother was honouring her own mother. I realized, too, that I held in my hands a gamily treasure. It started with the loving hands of one woman, and continuned with the loving hands of another.
【題組】56. Why did the auther go to her mother's home?
(A)To see her mother's quilt (B)To help perpare for a show
(C)To get together for a family dinner (D)To discuss her grandmother's life
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