完形填空
Many Tuesday mornings I have coffee with my father. Although my father is a man of few words, I really 1 the time along with him.
One recent Tuesday, I found it a bit 2 when I rang the doorbell, no one seemed to be home. I climbed in through the window, noticing the lights that shone from the kitchen, and 3 that my dad must be there, but he wasn't. I 4 through his home, checking every room. I tried not to 5. Yet, upstairs, downstairs, no Dad anywhere.
I was worried.6, my father was seventy-one years old. Anything could have happened to him. Then, I got in my car and drove to my mother's aerobics（有氧运动）class.
On the drive, I thought a lot about my father and our 7 together. Suddenly, I was three years old and he was 8 me up to the living room window to see the Christmas lights. In his 9, I was safe and secure. At age ten, he used to wake me up with warm breakfast in bed. Then I was twelve and my dad was 10 all the kids at my birthday party with his magic tricks. I was so 11 of my father for being so 12and talented. He'd made my party a 13.
As I entered my mother's class. I was nervous. My mom looked at me in 14.
“Mom, where's Dad?” I asked, “He's working in the 15 on the side of the house!” she answered.
And I hurried to my car and 16 back to the yard. “Hey, Dad!” I yelled out and told him about my fears of the last half hour. My dad 17 laughing his typical laugh that was always 18. I was so thankful that I still had my daddy. And so , as I 19 the door to my father's house, we went inside for our usual cup of coffee.
Thanks, Daddy, for all the 20 and more importantly, for all your love.
