The day I became a mom was not the day my daughter was born, but seven years later. Up unt

The day I became a mom was not the day my daughter was born, but seven years later. Up until that day, I had been too busy trying to survive my abusive(辱骂的) marriage. I had spent all my energy trying to run a perfect home that would pass inspection each evening, and I didn't see that my baby girl had bee a toddler. I'd tried endlessly to please someone who could never be pleased and suddenly realized that the years had slipped by and could never return. 
Oh, I had done the normal motherly things, like making sure my daughter got to ballet and gym lessons. I went to all of her recitals and school concerts, parent-teacher conferences and open houses alone. We suffered from my husband's rages(暴怒) when something was spilled(溢出) at the dinner table, telling her, It will be okay, Honey. Daddy's not really mad at you. I did all I could to protect her from hearing the awful shouting and plaints after he returned from a night of drinking. Finally I did the best thing I could do for my daughter and myself: I removed us from the home that wasn't really a home at all. 
That day I became a mom was the day when my daughter and I were sitting in our new home having a calm, quiet dinner just as I had always wanted for her. We were talking about what she had done in school and suddenly her little hand knocked over the full glass of chocolate milk by her plate. As I watched the white tablecloth and freshly painted white wall bee dark brown, I looked at her small face. It was filled with fear, knowing what the consequence of the event would have meant only a week before in her father's presence. When I saw that look on her face and looked at the chocolate milk running down the wall, I simply started laughing. I am sure she thought I was crazy, but then she must have realized that I was thinking, It's a good thing your father isn't here! She started laughing with me, and we laughed until we cried. They were tears of joy and peace and were the first of many tears that we cried together. That was the day we knew that we were going to be okay. 
Whenever either of us spills something, even now, seventeen years later, she says, Remember the day I spilled the chocolate milk? I knew you had done the right thing for us. That was the day I really became a mom. I discovered that being a mom isn't only going to ballet or gym, recitals, and attending every school concert and open house. It isn't keeping a tidy house and preparing perfect meals. It certainly isn't pretending things are normal when they are not. For me, being a mom started when I could laugh over spilled milk. 
---- By Linda Jones from “Chicken Soup for Soul”
【小题1】What does the underlined part the right thing refer to?A．Being a single mother.B．Divorcing with her abusive husband.C．Doing all the motherly things well and running the family.D．Not blaming on her daughter’s spilling the chocolate milk.【小题2】Which statement is NOT true?．A．The author had suffered from an unfortunate marriage for a long time.B．All the things the author did were to protect her daughterC．The author hadn’t been a mother until she removed from her marriage.D．Both the author and her daughter were frightened at the husband and father.【小题3】Why did the author and her daughter laugh and then cry?A．Because it was a thorough relief after they had suffered too much.B．Because they were actually crazy.C．Because they wouldn’t see the abusive man any more.D．Because spilling the chocolate milk on the wall was really funny.【小题4】What is the best title for this article?A．How To Be a Better Mon?B．The Day I Became a MomC．A Thing Happened 17 Years AgoD．Survive an Abusive MarriageB