Question

I’ll never forget one summer day in 1975. On that day my mother suddenly died because of an unexplained illness at the age of 36. Later that afternoon, a police officer came to my house to ask for my father’s permission（允許）for the hospital to use Mother’s valve（心臟瓣膜）. I was greatly surprised. I ran into the house in tears. At 14, I just couldn’t understand why people would take apart（分解）a person I loved. . But my father told him, “Yes.”

“How can you let them do that to her?” I cried at him.

“Linda,” he said quietly, putting his arms around me, “the greatest present you can give is a part of yourself. Your mother and I decided long ago that if we can make a person’s life better after we died, our death will have meaning.’’

The lesson my father taught me that day became one of the most important in my life.

Years passed. I married and had a family of my own. In 1996 my father became seriously ill. With a smile he told me that when he died, he wanted to donate（捐贈(zèng)）whatever was in good condition（狀況）, especially his eyes.

My father died and we donated his eyes as he had wanted. Three days later, my daughter said, “Mum, I’m so proud of what you did for Grandpa.” At that moment I realized that my father gave much more than his eyes. What he left behind sparkled（閃爍）in my daughter’s eyes-pride.

根據(jù)短文內(nèi)容，判斷正（T）誤（F）

1.The writer’s mother died when she was 14.

2.The writer’s mother gave her valve to a police officer.

3.The writer’s parents agreed to donate what they had after they died.

4.The writer has a daughter who is very proud of her mother.

5.The writer’s father gave his eyes to his granddaughter.

Answer 1