Rules of the Game - Part 1

Gap-fill exercise

Fill in all the gaps, then press "Check" to check your answers. Use the "Hint" button to get a free letter if an answer is giving you trouble. You can also click on the "[?]" button to get a clue. Note that you will lose points if you ask for hints or clues!
I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible . It was a for winning arguments, respect from others, and , though neither of us knew it the time, chess games.
"Bite back your tongue," my mother when I cried loudly, yanking her hand toward the store that sold bags of salted plums. At home, she said, "Strongest wind cannot be seen."
The next week I bit my as we entered the store with the candies. When my mother finished her shopping, she quietly plucked a small bag of plums from the rack and put it on the counter with the rest of the items. ,
My mother her daily truths so she could help my older brothers and me rise above our . We lived in. San Francisco's Chinatown.We loved to play in the dark itself. It was with daily mysteries and adventures. My brothers and I would into the herb shop, watching old Li prpare medication for his customers. Next to the was a printer who specialized in gold-embossed wedding invitations and red banners.
My mother me after the street that we lived on, Waverly Place Jong.This was my official name.
Each morning before school, my mother would comb my hair. One day, as she to weave a hard-toothed comb through my hair, I had a sly thought. I asked her, "Ma, what is Chinese ?"
"Chinese many things," she said simply. "Chinese people do , do medicine, do painting. Not lazy like American people. We do torture. Best torture."