After mom died, I began visiting my father every morning before I went to work. He was weak and moved slowly, but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the kitchen table for me, along with an unsigned note, reading, ‘Drink your juice.” Such a gesture, I knew, was as far as my father had ever been able to do in expressing his love. In fact, I remember, as a kid I had questioned mom, “Why doesn’t father love me?” Mom frowned, “Who said he doesn’t love you?” “Well , he never tells me,” I complained. “He never tells me either.” She said, smiling. “But look how hard he works to take care of us, to buy us food and clothes, and to pay for this house. That’s how your father tells us he loves us.”
I nodded slowly. I understood in my head, but not in my heart. I still wanted my father to put his arms around me and tell me he loved me. He owned and operated a small scrap metal (废旧金属) business, and after school I often hung around while he worked. He fed scrap steel into a device that chopped it as cleanly as a butcher chops a rack of ribs. The machine looked like a giant pair of scissors, with blades thicker than my father’s body. If he didn’t feed those terrifying blades just right, he risked serious injury. “Why don’t you hire someone to do that for you?” mom asked him one night as she bent over him and rubbed his aching shoulders with a strong smelling liniment. “Why don’t you hire a cook?” my father asked, giving her one of his rare smiles.
Many years later, during my first daily visit, after drinking the juice my father had squeezed for me, I walked over, hugged him and said, “I love you, father.” From then on I did this every morning. My father never told me how he felt about my hugs, and there was never any expression on his face when I gave them.
The author’s father always prepared a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for him because   .

A．that was the author’s favorite

B．he was sure the author would be thirsty

C．the author was always complaining

D．that was a gesture of love

The author’s fathe didn’t hire a helper because      .

A．his job was too dangero

B．his job required high skills

C．he wanted to save money

D．he was not good at working with others

We can infer from the passage that    .

A．the author’s father lacked a sense of humor

B．the author quite understood his father as time went on

C．the author’s father didn’t love him very much

D．the author’s father was too strict with him

What’s the passage about?

A．The proper attitude towards life.

B．The importance of education.

C．Silent fatherly love.

D．Ways to live happily.