If you think you’re too shy and want to be a little bit braver, try the following. You can make it.

There’s no need to hide your shyness. When people get to know you are a shy kid, they’ll understand you better. This also h    27     you feel confident in talks.

When you smile, people think you are friendly and easy to talk to. R    28     that other people have feelings too and most people will stay away from an angry-looking face.

If you find it h    29     to start talks, say something nice about people around you. Think about how great you f    30     when someone says something nice to you. Doesn’t it make you want to keep talking to that person?

Each time after you say “Hi” to or smile at someone for the first time, say to yourself “I did it!” or it could be something bigger, like buying yourself an ice cream.

Keep trying and one day you’ll n    31     be shy when you talk to others.

As the taxi leaves, my father stands at the living room window looking out, watching me move off into the darkness, at 4:30 a. m. His grey hair is untidy from sleeping.

Moments ago, he got up to carry my bag for me and went into the cold open air.

He thanked me for a daughter’s cooking and for having traveled so far to spend the holiday with him. I told him that I worried about he would feel lonely again in the empty house.

“I have my plans,” he said, in the moments before I walked out the door.

When I arrived 10 days ago, I felt it was quiet and lifeless in the house. Then my brothers and I came and filled the rooms. But, now, they’re gone, I am the last to leave.

As the taxi began to move, I watched the lights go off, but my father didn’t leave. Even though he couldn’t see me in the dark, he stood by the window watching, beside the tree. It was a fresh tree. He buys one every year for the new year.

The life is hard for my father: my mother died years ago, and now his children are far from home, our selfish choices taking us from one end of the country to the other, the life of the tree, cut for Christmas, is short; my father’s is long and strong. But both of them are tall and straight.

I leave behind two trees: one with silver-grey hair, the other still freshly green.