As far back as I can remember, the glass jar 36 0n the floor beside the small 37 in my par
When the jar was 43 , Dad would sit at the table in their room and count the coins. Every time as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me 44 . "Those coins are going to keep you 45 what I am doing at the coal mine, son. You're going to do better than me. This old coal mine town's not going t0 46 you back. "
No matter how 47 things got at home, Dad 48 to drop his coins into the jar. _ 49 during the summer when Dad got laid off(解雇) from the coal mine and Mama had t0 50 dried beans for dinner several times a week, no money was taken from the jar.
The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I noticed that the glass jar had been 51 . I felt sad as I 52 the spot(位置) beside the table. My dad was a man of few words and never lectured me on the 53 0f determi- nation and faith.
The jar had _ 54 me all these values far more powerfully than the most flowery of _ 55 could have done. In my mind, it showed, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me.
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[A]existed
[B]left
[C]sat
[D]fell