1. Dad had a green comb. Every night he handed me his comb and said "Good girl, help Daddy clean it, OK?" The task brought me such (1) that I would excitedly turn the tap (2) and brush the comb. Then I would happily return the comb to Dad. He would (3) me and place the comb on his wallet.
Two years later, Dad started his own (4) which wasn't doing so well. Dad didn't come home as early as he used to. Moreover, we had to move from our comfortable house to a small apartment. Mom and I became (5) with him for placing our family in trouble. An uncomfortable silence grew between us.
After my graduation, Dad's company was getting better. On my 18th birthday, Dad came home (6) . I helped him carry his bags into his study. Then he said, "Hey, would you help me clean my comb?"
That routine meant Dad was home to (7) the whole evening with Mom and me again. I passed the clean comb back to Dad. He thanked me and (8) placed his comb on his wallet. But this time, I noticed something (9) Dad had aged. He had wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiled (10) his smile was still as warm as before, the smile of a father who just wanted a good life for his family.