A few years ago, my mom went to the doctor to ask him about her neck, which had been a little bigger than usual. It turned out there was something wrong with her lymph glands, and soon they scheduled Mom to have a biopsy on the seventh of September.
As soon as I found out, I was very angry, as September 7 is my birthday. They had promised to take me to see a spider-man movie and had a picnic in the yard. I shouted at her and everyone else, too. I even shouted at the dog. I started begging her to reschedule the biopsy. She gave me this look like she was about to cry and said, “I've done everything I can. I've got a disease. Could you forgive me?” Finally, I just shouted, “I hate you!” and ran into my room, crying. I sat on my bed thinking—Why do things always have to happen to me? Everyone gets diseases Why couldn't mum just go to hospital another day?
For the next couple of weeks I remained silently angry. Deep down I knew I shouldn't act that way, but I did anyway. Anyone could see how sad I was making my mom. I knew it wasn't her fault, but I had to have someone to blame.
Finally, my birthday came. My parents left early in the morning for the hospital, and I was sent to our neighbor's house. No spider-man movie, no birthday present, and no picnic. Though I was taken good care of, I was not having a good time. “This isn't fair,” I thought. “This was supposed to be my day.”
My parents came home late that night. Mom walked in with a bandage on her neck She sat down and rested her head on my dad's shoulder. It hurt so badly that it was difficult for her to talk.
Later that night, Mom asked me to get into her room and she pulled out a box.
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Like millions of parents, we all hope that our children can be both physically and mentally healthy. We want them to study hard to achieve what the whole society is struggling for. We want them to obey what it thought to be right. However, what is really going on in the teenager’s mind is always confusing, which will always challenge your bottom line.
When my son was a little boy? I was once a very happy mother. He was adorable, willing to do anything I asked him to do. He was smart, always finishing the task ahead of schedule. He was kind, attending to me when I wasn’t feeling myself. I felt how lucky I was to be his mother. To tell the truth, I didn’t expect parenting a teenager to be this hard.
However, everything changed when he entered the middle school. We seemed to become totally strangers. In the recent days, my son and I battled every corner. About schoolwork. About his attitude. About his friends. About screen time. So on and so much. It seemed as if everything I had said was just met with an eye roll or “why”. I didn’t know whether it was so-called “the eye-roll stage”.
On a recent drive home, after picking up my son from school, we went for a grocery pickup. As soon as the food was put into the grocery cart, he grabbed from the shelf a box of snack cakes, a processed food I’d allowed. As he stuffed yellow cakes and frosted coating into his mouth, I couldn’t help wondering if this decision would come back to punish me with a teenage stomachache later in the evening.
But before we had even exited the parking lot, he asked me to pull over. I just wanted to get it done quickly. But then my son surprised me.
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“Can I share something with the homeless man, Mum?” He asked.
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On our way home, we frankly discussed how hard it must be for the homeless people.
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As he lay awake that night, Tony could hear his parents discussing his sister Alice's birthday. It was just two days away. Birthdays were always a lot of fun, even though there was no money for store-bought gifts. Nearly all the toys he and his sister had were homemade. There was nothing wrong with that, he knew. Like many families in this part, they were poor.
This birthday would be different, though. Alice was older now, and he'd seen how her eyes lit up when she saw the new doll at Honey House, a neighborhood store just down the road from their house.
How he longed for her to have it! An idea finally came to him just before he went to bed. After a quick breakfast the following morning, he placed a tin can and a piece of string in a large bag. Then he tied the bag to the handlebars of his bike and headed toward a village hill.
After a long journey, he reached his destination, the mango forest. There were already two other boys there. Tony grabbed his bag and set to work immediately. The smaller trees had already been picked over pretty well, but he was able to find a half-dozen mangoes before noon.
When the sun was high overhead, the hard work began. Nearly all of the taller trees held ripe mangoes, but they were well beyond reach. The other boys took their fruit and went away. Tony used his pocketknife to cut a long piece of bamboo. Then he took the tin can from the bag, tied it to one end of the bamboo stick, and walked over to the base of the mango tree.
He stayed there, holding the tin can high up into the tree. His efforts were occasionally rewarded when a mango dropped into the can. After a while his neck ached from looking upward, and his arms grew sore. He kept at it, though, and by late afternoon his bag was nearly full.
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On the way back to town, Tony began to worry that the other boys might already have sold or traded their mangoes with Honey House.
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The following morning, Alice walked into the kitchen and took a seat at the breakfast table.
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It was the night before Christmas and Rob was lying in bed, thinking about the next day. His family was poor, living entirely on the farm they ran, and most of the excitement of Christmas was in the turkey they had raised themselves and pumpkin pies his mother made. He rolled over to look at his old watch — it was two o'clock. Three hours later, his father would call him to get up, even if it was Christmas.
His father never talked about loving him — he had no time for such things. There was always so much to do on the farm. “Or maybe, he just doesn’t love me,” Rob thought. He had a reason to think so. At 5 o'clock every morning, his father would call him to get up and help with the farm work. He had to go to the barn (棚) to hold the milking pails (挤奶桶) steadily when his father was milking the cow. He had to help put the tools in place and do the cleaning after the milking. He hated it that he had to do all these things at so early time.
He was not the only one awake at this night. He heard his parents whispering in the next room. “Mary, I hate to call Rob in the mornings. He’s growing so fast and he needs his sleep. If you could see how he sleeps when I going to wake him up! I wish I could manage alone.”
“Well, you can’t, Adam,” His mother’s voice was gentle. Besides, he isn’t a child anymore. It’s time he took his turn.”
“Yes,” his father said slowly. “But I do hate to wake him.”
When he heard these words, something in him spoke: his father loved him! He had never thought of that before, taking for granted the tie of their blood. Now that he knew his father loved him, he had to do something different on this Christmas. He did save and buy them each something every year, but he wished he had a better present for his father instead of the usual tie from the ten-cent store.
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A good idea suddenly struck him.
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It being almost five, he rushed back to his room and jumped into bed, waiting to be woken up.
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When I was in seventh grade, I was a candy striper （护士助手）at a local hospital in my town. I volunteered about 30 to 40 hours a week during the summer.
Most of the time I spent there was with Mr. Green. He never has any visitors, and nobody seemed to care about his condition. I spent many days there holding his hand and talking to him, helping with anything that needed to be done. He became a close friend of mine, even though he responded with only an occasional hold of my hand. Mr. Green was in a coma （昏迷）.
I left for a week for a vacation with my parents, and when I came back, Mr. Green was gone. I didn't have the courage to ask any of the nurses where he was, for fear they might tell me he had died. So with many questions unanswered, I continued to volunteer there through my eighth-grade year.
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He began to tell me how, as he lay there comatose, he could hear me talking to him and could feel me holding his hand the whole time. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
When things went wrong, Eason always had something nice to say. When his teacher Mr. D. knocked into a bookstand in the library, Eason was sure that the librarian wouldn’t be upset. He was right. The librarian just laughed and helped pick up the books. When Emma, his best friend, failed in the quiz, Eason said, “Don’t worry. You will be better.” And he was right. After working hard around the clock, Emma got an A in the final. Eason looked at the bright side, and everyone in class liked that, except Zoe.
Zoe was the new student in class. On her first day, Eason greeted her warmly with open arms, saying, “Nice to meet you, Zoe. I think you’ll like it here.” Zoe stared at him, “I doubt it.” Eason didn’t know what to say. He’d never met anyone like Zoe.
In the afternoon, Mr. D. announced that they’d have an art class inside because of the rain. At that, Zoe directed a meaningful look at Eason, raising her eyebrow, “Bad things come in threes. No outdoor activity is number one. What will be the second?” Eason felt as if a cold wind was knocking into him. Outside the window, the clouds had rolled over the sun. The room felt darker and the class didn’t have to wait long to find out the next.
A boy was carrying a box of paint when he fell, and paint went flying. There was blue, red and black on the walls. Zoe turned to Eason, reaching out two fingers, posing a “V” sign, eyes shining with delight of victory, which seemed to celebrate the arrival of the second bad thing. Eason was speechless.
Just at that moment, Emma came to look at Eason’s painting. She admired it and picked it up, not realizing she had paint on her fingers. Zoe pointed with excitement, “Number three! Eason’s picture is ruined!” Looking at the striking fingerprints, Emma went red with shame and apologized.
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“No worry!” Eason comforted Emma, “They can be part of my art.”
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Through our lives, we can gain a lot and lose so much. But being honest should always be with us, as honesty is always regarded as a virtue. Every time I talk about the topic, something crowds in my mind as if it had just happened.
I was 16 when one morning, Dad told me I could drive him to Mijas and then take the car in a nearby garage to get it serviced. At that time, I had just passed the driving test, and I hardly had a chance to use the car, so I said yes without hesitation.
I drove my father to Mijas, promising to pick him up again at 4 PM, then I went to a nearby garage, and put the car in there. Since I had several hours to spare, I decided to go to a movie theater near the garage to see the movie. However, I was so absorbed in the plot of the movie that I forgot the time. When the last movie finished, I looked at my watch: 6 p.m. I was two hours late!
I thought my father would be very angry if he knew what I was doing. And he would never let me drive again. So I decided to make up an excuse. Then, I drove to the appointed place, my father was sitting in a corner, waiting patiently. I first apologized for being late, then told him that I wanted to get there as soon as possible, but that something was wrong with some of the main parts of the car. I would never forget the way he looked at me. “I’m very disappointed that you thought you had to lie to me, Jason.” My father looked at me again and said, “When you didn’t show up on time, I called the gas station and asked if there was anything wrong. They told me you never picked up the car. So, you see, I know there’s nothing wrong with the car at all.”
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A wave of guilt swept over me.
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“I’m going to walk home now and think where I have gone wrong all these years”, father said to me.
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