I wrote my first poem（詩）when I was 5 years old.It was for Mother's Day.At that time，I was more worried about making rhymes（韻律）than making sense.My poem went like this： "Mother's Day is something special.And then you will find a wishing well（許愿池）!"
    The poem was not my best work，but my mom kept it—just like she kept every other piece of writing and artwork I ever made.She also kept my baby clothes，a piece of hair from my first haircut and embarrassing（窘態(tài)的）pictures of my sister and me as little kids.Sometimes we feel like our mom runs a museum of our lives，and she's the only visitor.
    But it feels nice to be loved like that.Who else would care enough to keep all of my terrible drawings and silly poems？Only my mother.
    On Mother's Day when I was little，I used to bring my mom breakfast in bed，make her a card，give her kisses and hugs and tell her I loved her.
    I don't get to see my mother very much these days.Now I live with my husband in Shanghai，China，11，200km from my parents' home in the US.I'm too far away to bring my mom breakfast in bed or give her a hug.But when Mother's Day comes，I'll call my mom from China.Over the phone，I'll tell her I love her，and that she's the best mom in the World.No matter how far away I go，she's always in my heart.

（1）When did the writer write her first poem？

When she was 5 years old.

When she was 5 years old.

（2）What did the writer think of the pictures of her sister and her as little kids？

They are embarrassing.

They are embarrassing.

（3）Why do you think the writer's mother kept so many things from the writer and her sister？

Because she loves her children.

Because she loves her children.

（4）Did the writer use to do many things for her mother on Mother's Day？

Yes，she did.

Yes，she did.

（5）Where does the writer live now？

She lives in Shanghai，China.

She lives in Shanghai，China.