We have been driving in fog all morning， but the fog is lifting now. The little seaside villages are___1__， one by one. "There is my grandmother‘s house，” I say，___2__ across the bay to a shabby old house.
I am in Nova Scotia on a pilgrimage (朝圣) with Lise， my granddaughter，seeking roots for her， retracing (追溯)___3__ memory for me. Lise was one of the mobile children，__4__ from house to house in childhood. She longs for a sense of___5__， and so we have come to Nova Scotia where my husband and I were born and where our ancestors___6__ for 200 years.
We soon___7__ by the house and I tell her what it was like here， the memories___8__ back， swift as the tide(潮水)。
Suddenly， I long to walk again in the __9__ where I was once so gloriously a child. It still__10__ a member of the family， but has not been lived in for a while. We cannot go into the house， but I can still walk__11__ the rooms in memory. Here， my mother __12__ in her bedroom window and wrote in her diary. I can still see the enthusiastic family__13__ into and out of the house. I could never have enough of being__14__ them. However， that was long after those childhood days. Lise__15__ attentively as I talk and then says， "So this is where I__16__; where I belong.”
She has___17__ her roots. To know where I come from is one of the great longings of the human___18__。 To be rooted is "to have an origin”。 We need__19__ origin. Looking backward，we discover what is unique in us; learn the___20__of "I”。 We must all go home again-in reality or memory.
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