When I was in Grade Three, I was chosen to the heroine in the school play.
For weeks my mother helped me 1
my lines(台词), But once on stage. Every word disappeared 2
my head. My teacher asked me to change 3
and be the narrator.
Although I didn’t tell my mother 4
had happened that day, she 5
my unhappiness and asked if I wanted to take a walk in the yard.
It was a lovely 6
day. It was warm. In the yard all the flowers came out. We could see lots of dandelions dancing among the colorful flowers. How beautiful they were! I watched my mother carelessly bend down by some flowers. “I think I am going to 7
all the useless grass. ” She said.
“But I like dandelions,” I said, “All flowers are 8
— even dandelions”.
My mother looked at me 9
. “Yes, every flower shines in its own way, doesn’t it?” she said. I nodded. “So that is 10
of people, too. ” She added.
She had guessed my 11
. I started to cry and told her the truth.
“You will be a great narrator. ” She said. Then she told me 12
I loved to read stories to her when I was in Grade 1.
Over the next few 13
I learned to take pride in the role. The big day finally 14
. A few minutes before the play, my teacher came over to me. “Your mother asked me to give this to you,” she said, passing me a dandelion. After the play, I took the flower home, laughing that I was perhaps 15
person who would keep such a common dandelion.