A Gift I Treasure
It was just a week before my seventeenth birthday. Party preparations had started. My family never celebrated birthdays on such a grand scale. However, this was a double celebration. I had a passed A level examination with flying colors and my parents thought this was an occasion to celebrate.
The whole house was full of activities. Complete cleaning had started a week before. There was a continuous work in and out as everyone went about doing their share of the work. Mama, who was the chief event organizer, was busy planning the budget and the menu. Papa was in charge of paying for the different purchases. My siblings (兄弟姐妹) were busy sending out the invitations. Even Grandpa, who enjoys watching his favorite Cable TV from the comfort of his armchair, did not want to be left out. He made numerous trips to town to run errands (跑腿) for Mama.
Grandpa and I shared a special bond. Perhaps it was because I was his oldest grandchild. He was always there for me and he would offer me his shoulder to cry on whenever I was depressed. He seemed to be the happiest man to celebrate my birthday and he even secretly whispered to my ear that he was going to give me a great gift on that day.
Two days before my birthday, Grandpa complained of chest pains. We rushed him to the hospital but he refused to be admitted. He was given a lot of medicine instead. When he came home, he remained in his room. Whenever I went into his room, he managed a smile. I could see that he was very tired. The corners of his mouth and eyes had numerous wrinkles while the skin on his skinny limbs had shriveled. I felt a stab of pain in my heart each time I saw him.
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Paragraph 1: During the early hours of my birthday my mother’s sobbing awakened me.
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Paragraph 2: I only opened the parcel two days after Grandpa’s funeral.
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Mark was a successful lawyer. Since graduating from law school, he seldom went home. Although he loved his mother deeply, he was too busy with his work.
One Saturday when driving to his company, Mark suddenly remembered it was his mother’s birthday. But being occupied with his work, he couldn’t make time to visit his mother who lived 200 miles away. Just then, he spotted a flower shop, thinking the flowers were the best solution.
Mark parked in front of the flower shop where a girl was standing outside. Since Mark was thinking about the note he would send to his mother, he paid no attention to her. After chatting with the shop owner, Mark bought some pink roses and asked the shop owner to deliver the flowers to his mother. “Happy birthday to my mom; love you,” he wrote on the note.
Mark then walked out of the shop, thinking his mother would get the flowers later tonight, and felt satisfied. When walking to his car, Mark saw the girl again. She was crying. Mark couldn’t help asking,“Hey, are you OK? Are you lost?” The girl shook her head. Mark later knew the girl was Mandy, who was eight and lived nearby. Feeling a little worried about her, Mark asked gently, “Can I help?”
Mandy said she wanted a rose for her mom. But she couldn’t afford it. “The flower lady said my coins could buy a daisy, but my mom loves red roses,” she added. Touched by the girl’s words, Mark went back into the shop and bought a bunch of red roses.
“Here you go,” he said. Mandy took the roses, smiled brightly, and thanked him. “Anything else I can do for you?“ Mark asked. Mandy hesitated. Then she said, “Could you take me to my mom? It’s not far but I’m not supposed to go on my own.” Mark nodded. “Sure, lead the way!" Mandy took his hand and walked with him down the street. As they passed by a graveyard, Mandy stopped.
To Mark’s surprise, Mandy directly went inside the graveyard.
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After dropping Mandy off by her house, Mark went back to the flower shop.
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My little sister, Donna, turned six, and she started copying my every move!
“What are you doing?” she asked my friend Maya and me one Saturday morning.
“We're making earrings,” Maya said, pointing to a photo in the craft page of her magazine.
Donna plopped (扑通) down next to us at the table. “May I make one too?”“ Um...”I paused.
“Sure!” Maya said. Donna squeezed in so close to me that I could hardly see what I was doing.
“Can you give me a little more room? You are blocking me from the beads.” I said.
“I'm just trying to see what you're doing.” Donna said.
“Well, you don't need to see exactly what I'm doing.” I told her. “You can make your own design.”
“I am!” she said. She was using the same colors of beads and string and everything that I was using.
Having finished the earrings, Maya suggested we get her guitar to make up songs for our band.
“Excellent idea!” I said. “Let's go to the backyard where we can have some privacy.”
When Donna didn't say anything, I thought she must have gotten the clue. But 10 minutes later, she showed up.
“Sorry I'm late, but I couldn't find my tambourine (铃鼓).” said Donna. “It was in the basket that my kitten
Charlie was sleeping in. Isn't that so funny? Maybe, we should invite Charlie to be in our band!”
“Our band?” I said. “Since when is this our band? You're constantly following me like a shadow, and I'm tired of it.”
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Hearing what I said, Donna got a super-surprised look.
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I came up with a plan that I hoped would help.
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Jeremy Hampden has a large circle of friends and is very popular at parties. Everybody admires him for his great sense of humor — everybody, that is, except his six-year-old daughter, Jenny. Recently, one of Jeremy’s closest friends asked him to make a speech at a wedding reception. This is the sort of thing that Jeremy loves. He prepared the speech carefully and went to the wedding with Jenny. He had included a large number of funny stories in the speech and, of course, it was a great success. But as soon as he had finished, Jenny said to him, “Daddy, I don’t want to stay here any longer, even one more minute! Daddy, let’s go home.” Jeremy was a little disappointed by this but he did as his daughter asked.
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On the way home, there was a long silence between them.
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Lily loved school. However, there was one class Lily worried about more than any other — art. She didn’t know why she just wasn’t good at drawing or painting.
Ms. Clay, the art teacher, stood in the front of the room. “Boys and girls, an art competition will be held in our school,” she announced. Ms. Clay was a great teacher, and Lily liked her a lot. But this announcement made Lily nervous. “Every one of the 210 students in the school is required to create a piece of artwork. Any type of artwork is welcomed. Next Friday you will have to hand in your artworks.” Ms. Clay was quite excited when she spoke while Lily found herself sinking lower in her chair.
Lily had the whole weekend to work on her artwork, but she could not think of anything to do. On Monday, Lily felt discouraged, so after school Lily went to Ms. Clay and asked if there was any possibility that she wouldn’t enter the competition.
“I understand it may worry and upset you, Lily,” Ms. Clay said. “But just remember: art isn’t always painting or drawing. It can be something else. I am sure you can think of something very creative, and I can’t wait to see it.”
When Lily arrived home, she sat at the table and was lost in thought. She thought of Ms. Clay’s words. “Art isn’t always painting or drawing. It can be something else.” Staring at her table, suddenly she was attracted to a pair of scissors and some paper.
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At that moment, a good idea struck her.
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On Friday, Lily went to school early with her artwork.
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I was driving on the road on a hot day, feeling my back sweating as my air conditioner of the car was broken. A boy, looking exhausted ran quickly towards me, eager to sell his coconuts. He looked like he was only about 12 years old and his skin was dark. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have already known the bitterness of life. “Coconut, 20 naira each.” He said in a low voice. I felt so thirty, so I didn’t bargain with him and bought one. I gave him 50 naira. He didn’t have the change, so I asked him not to worry. He said thanks and passed me another, smiling and showing a row of perfect teeth.
Another couple of weeks later, I met him again at the same place. I had learned more about the poor community where it was not that uncommon to see a little boy who should be in school standing on the corner selling fruit in the hot sun. My parents had raised me to be aware of the advantages we had been afforded and the responsibilities it brought to us.
I stopped and rolled down the window. He had a couple of coconuts, which were so heavy to carry that he had to sit in the corner. “What’s wrong? Why not go to school?” I said. “I... I haven’t got enough money to get a textbook.” I took out two new 500-naira bills from my pocket. “Is that going to work?” I said. He glanced nervously about before he accepted them. A thousand naira is a great deal for a boy whose family is likely to earn five thousand naira or less every year. “Thank you very much sir,” he said, with tears rolling down his cheeks. “Many thanks!”
When I was on my way home, I was thinking about whether or not my little friend was really using that money for school books. What if I was taken in? Then I thought about why I did it. Did I do it to make myself feel better? It occurred to me afterwards that I did not know his name or the least bit about him, and it never occurred to me to ask him.
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One afternoon in September, I went to the poor community again.
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The boy led me into his house.
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On my seventh birthday, I got a gift from my father, which was a book titled Guide to Reptiles and Amphibians. It was my favorite. I kept it under my pillow and read every page over and over every night enjoying the pictures of colorful animals. Some of the snakes were the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen.
Little did I know that my book would end up saving a life.
Years ago, my family moved into a new house near the woods. My father built a sandbox in our yard. The cat sometimes used the sandbox for a litter box, so my father had to put a plastic cover over it .When I wanted to build sand castles, I had to pull the cover off.
One day before dinner, I ran to the sandbox to build a miniature city. I pulled off the plastic cover, and there in the sandbox was a snake. It was lying very sill, all coiled up, and it was beautiful. The snake had rings of color around it. I had seen a picture just like it in my guidebook, and I remembered that it was one of the prettiest snakes in it. It said in the book that the poisonous coral snake looked very much like the harmless king snake, the only difference was in the order of the colors. 1 ran inside to get the guidebook.
“Mom! Mom! There’s a snake in the sandbox!” I yelled. “I have to find out what kind it is!”
Mom came running. “Don’t touch it, Chris! It might be poisonous!”
Dad was at work, so my mother went to get our neighbor, Mr. Cook.
“Mr. Cook!” my mother yelled across the fence, “We have a snake in the sandbox, and it might be poisonous!”
Mr. Cook was retired and lived with his wife in the house on the other side of our back fence. He came running toward the gale with a shovel and tried to kill the snake.
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“Wait!” I shouted, waving the guidebook in my hand.
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“So what to do now?” Mr. Cook put down the shovel.
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