It was Mother's Day morning last year. My five-year-old son Tennyson and I     1     (leave) the supermarket after shopping when an old woman fell over at the entrance and hit her head on the ground. Her husband was with her, but the woman was     2     (serious) hurt and shaking with pain. 

At the front of the supermarket a charity (慈善) group was selling flowers to raise funds. Tennyson suggested that we     3     (buy) the lady a flower. “It will make     4     (she) feel better,” he said. I was amazed that he'd come up     5     such a sweet idea. So we went to the flower seller to buy a flower for the lady. 

By then rescuers had arrived, and were attending the     6     (injure) woman. As we walked up to her, my son became frightened by all the blood and medical     7    (equip). He said he was just too scared to walk up to her. 

Instead I gave the flower to the woman's husband     8     told him, “My son was very upset for your wife and bought her this flower to cheer her up.” 

At that moment, the old man was moved and said, “Thank you so much.

You have a good son. Happy Mother's Day to you.”

The man then gave his wife the flower,     9     (tell) her who it was from.     10     badly hurt, the old lady looked up at Tennyson with thanks in her eyes and gave him a little smile.

I was on my way     1     the Taiyetos Mountains. The sun was setting     2     my car broke down near a remote village. Cursing my     3     (fortune), I was wondering where I was going to spend the night when I realized that the villagers who had gathered around me     4     (argue) as to who should have the honor of receiving me as a guest in     5     (them) house. Finally, I accepted the offer of     6     80-year-old peasant woman who lived alone in a little house. While she was getting me settled into a tiny but clean room, the head of the village was tying up his horse     7     my car to pull it to a small town some 20 kilometers away where there was a garage.

I had noticed three hens     8     (run) free in my hostess’ courtyard and that night one of them ended up in a dish on my table. Other villagers brought me goat's cheese and honey. We drank together and talked    9     (merry) till far into the night.

When the time came for me to say goodbye to my friends in the village, I wanted to reward the old woman for the trouble I     10     (cause) her. But she refused.