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| The button pot I stepped out of the rain into the small, warm house. I 1 the delicious fish and potatoes. I walked down the 2 hall and into the kitchen where my grandma sat picking out buttons for a special project. She 3 me and told me to sit down. I looked at her button pot and started going through the colorful buttons. A couple of interesting buttons caught my 4 . My grandma said they were Italian buttons. Back in Italy, people used to put them on pillow cases (枕头套). Six on each case,she told me. She had brought them to Canada almost fifty years ago as a young bride (新娘). She started telling me the 5 of some of her other buttons: the buttons she had 6 from old coats given to her by a neighbor, and 7 she had always made most of the clothes for six children,including my mom. As I listened to her stories, I saw a woman whose body was now harmed by bone cancer 8 whose spirit was undaunted (无畏的) even by that. Her 9 has been able a full one,filled with pain, love, sadness and happiness. 10 her button pot, I have been able to see the courage of life. | |||
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