Passage 1 Some of my earliest memories involve sitting with my dad in his study every night when he came home from the office. I’d watch as he put his personal items away: his watch, wallet, comb and car keys would always occupy the same spot on the table every time. It was as if he could see invisible lines drawn specifically for these things, not a centimeter more or less. Dad's comb was jade green. I heard he bought it when he married Mum, which made the comb two years older than I was. Every night, he would smile, hand me the comb and say: “Be a good girl and help Daddy clean it, OK?” I was more than happy to do it. At age five this mundane task brought me such joy. I would excitedly turn the tap on, and then brush the comb with a used toothbrush as hard as I could. Satisfied that I’d done a good job, I would proudly return the comb to Dad. He would smile at me and place the comb on top of his wallet About two years later, Dad left his sales job and started his own wholesale business. I started primary school. That was when things started to change. Dad’s business wasn’t doing so well, and our stable life started getting shaky. He didn’t come home as much as he used to—just a couple of times a week. And when he did come home, it was always late and Td already be in bed. I started to get mad. Why didn’t he listen to Mum and just stick to his old job? Why took the risk and placed the whole family in trouble? Over the years, I stopped wailing for him to come home, and stopped going downstairs to check on him. Today, I’m no longer a kid. Now 28, I’ve graduated from college and got a job. Dad^ business has also started to get back on track. Things are better now. Yet the uncomfortable silence between Dad and me persisted. Two days before my birthday last year, Dad came home early. As usual, I helped him carry his bags into his study. When I turned to leave, he said: “Hey, would you like to help me clean my comb? It’s been a while since I last cleaned it.” I looked at him a while, then took the comb and headed to the sink. It’s a new comb. This one’s brown. I hadn’t noticed that he’d changed it. He used to have the green one. then a pink one that he gave to me as a present but took back when his green one broke. I punched a few drops of soap onto an old toothbrush, and I brushed the comb. It hit me then: why, as a child, helping my dad dean his comb was such a joy. That routine meant that my dad was home early to spend the evening with Mum and me. It meant he would watch TV with us or play a few video games with me. It meant a happy and loving family. I passed the clean comb back to Dad. He looked at it and smiled. But this time, I noticed something different. My dad had aged. He had wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiled, yet his smile was still as heartwarming as before, the smile of a father who just wanted a good life for his family. Dad carefully placed his comb on top of his wallet After so many years, he still organized his personal items in the same meticulous way. I guess some things never change. And for that, Tm glad.Why do you think the father asked his daughter to clean his comb two days before her birthday?
A、She was the person who could do it best.
B、His comb hadn’t been cleaned for a long time.
C、He wanted to resume their harmonious relationship.
D、It would remind her that he hadn't changed his old habit
【正确答案】：C
【题目解析】：题目问的是“在女儿生日的前两天，父亲为什么让女儿为他清洗梳子”。根据第八段的最后一句话It meant a happy and loving family可知，女儿在清洗梳子时想到了很多，最后她想到了，清洗梳子就意味着这还是一个幸福且充满爱的家庭。因此选择C. He wanted to resume their harmonious relationship.（父亲想继续延续和谐的家庭关系。）
