Grarge sales are a strange pastime.I am not完型阅读

Garage sales（旧货市场）are a strange pastime．I am not interested in other people's B．unwanted items．My mother was,and she convinced me to A． accompany her．We went to several garage sales and finally stopped at a cottage．The C．elderly owner told me that he and his wife were moving away． His wife had been a（n） D． teacher
before she retired．
As we were C． selecting the sale items,I heard the gentleman's wife say her name to someone,and I B． immediately realized who she was．She looked at me and said,“You are Lisa Miller．”I A． stared at her in surprise,for it had been thirty years C． since I had been in her class．
My mother B． apologizedto her for any trouble I might have caused． She C． thought that if this woman remembered me after so many years,I must have done something B． terrible ．My teacher looked at my mother arid said,"Oh,no,she was very good," and my mother watched her in C． disbelief ．
My teacher explained during the last week of school,I brought her aD． plant
． She told us she planted the Lamb's Ear in her garden． She looked at me and said,"Every day when I leave my house,I think of you． And when I come home these plants C． diamond me,and I think of you．" A． Tears welled up in my eyes．There at her home,among all her B． belongings ,was a piece of my life that she had nurtured（培养）．
At that moment,she taught me more about life than I could C． imagine ．We give pieces of ourselves every day without thought or expectation． We rarely think of the effects we have C． on others' lives． That piece may grow and spread,becoming a（n） B． necessary part of life．In the end it is not the big things thatB． matter ,but the small things that make all the difference in the world．I never had a chance to thank her,but I hope she took a Lamb's Ear with her to her new home．