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　　On a Saturday afternoon, a friend and I were throwing rocks onto the roof of an old lady’s house．Our game is to 　　1　　 how the rocks changed in to missiles(飞弹)as they rolled to the roof’s edge and shot out into the yard like stars falling from the 　　2　　．

　　I found such a smooth 　　3　　 that it slipped from my 　　4　　 as I let it go and headed straightly to a window of the old lady’s house．　　5　　 the sound of broken glass, we ran away 　　6　　 than any of our missiles that flew off her roof．

　　I was too 　　7　　 of getting caught to go to the old lady’s．　　8　　, a few days later, when I was sure that I hadn’t been 　　9　　, I started to feel guilty(内疚的)for her bad luck．She still 　　10　　 me with a smile each day when I passed her house, 　　11　　 I was no longer to act comfortably．

　　I 　　12　　 my mind that I would cover the cost of her 　　13　　．I put seven dollars in a(an)　　14　　 with a note explaining that I was 　　15　　 and hoped that the money would cover the cost of 　　16　　 it．I waited until it was 　　17　　 quietly slipped the envelope under the door．

　　The next day, I met the old lady and was able to 　　18　　 the warm smile that I was receiving from her．She gave me a bag of cookies．I thanked her and left．When I was eating the cookies, I felt an envelope and 　　19　　 it out of the bag．I was 　　20　　．Inside was the seven dollars and a short note that said, “ I am proud of you．”

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　　I ran into a stranger as he passed by, and I at once apologized to him．We were both very 　　1　　, the stranger and I．Then we went 　　2　　 our way after saying good-bye．

　　But at home a 　　3　　 story is told．Later that day, when I 　　4　　 supper in the kitchen, my daughter suddenly stood behind me very 　　5　　．When I turned back, I 　　6　　 knocked her down．“Don’t be in my 　　7　　!” I shouted angrily．She walked away with her little heart 　　8　　．On the kitchen floor later, I found some flowers by the door．

　　That night, while I lay 　　9　　 in bed, a voice in my deep heart said, “While 　　10　　 with a stranger, you are so polite, but with the children you love, you are so easily 　　11　　．Why are there some flowers by the door? Those are the flowers she brought for you．She 　　12　　 them herself, pink, yellow and your favorite blue．She stood quietly in order to give you a 　　13　　, and you never saw the 　　14　　 in her eyes．”

　　By this time, I felt very 　　15　　 and now my tears began to fall．I quietly went and knelt(跪下)by her 　　16　　, “Wake up, little girl, wake up,” I said, “Are these the flowers you picked for me?” She smiled, “Yes, because I knew you’d like them, especially the 　　17　　．” I said, “Daughter, I’m sorry for the way I acted today; I 　　18　　 have shouted at you that way．”

　　She said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay．I love you 　　19　　．” I hugged her and said, “Daughter, I love you too, and I do like the flowers．”

　　Through this 　　20　　, I realize what FAMILY means：

FAMILY＝(F)ATHER(A)ND(M)OTHER,(I)(L)OVE(Y)OU

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　　It happened in one of those colorful Danish inns which offer service specially for tourists and where English is spoken．I was with my father on a business－and－pleasure trip, and in our free hours we were having a wonderful time．

　　“I wish Mother were here．” I said．

　　“If your mother had come with us,” said Father, “it would have been wonderful to show her around．”

　　He had visited Denmark when he was a young man, I asked him, “How long is it since you were here?”

　　“Oh, about thirty years．I remember being in this very inn, by the way．” He looked around, remembering．“Those were pleasant and enjoyable days…” He stopped wuddenly, and I saw that his face was pale．I followed his eyes and looked across the room to a woman who was setting drinks before some customers．She might have been pretty once, but now she was fat and her hair was untidy．“Do you know her” I asked．

　　“I did once,” he said．

　　The woman came to our table．“Drinks?” she asked．

　　“We'll have beer,” I said．She nodded and went away．

　　“I couldn't believe it! How she has changed! Thank heaven she didn't recognize me,” Father said in a low voice, cleaning his face with a handkerchief．“I knew her before I met your mother, ”he went on．“I was a student, on a tour．She was a lovely young girl, very graceful．I fell madly in love with her, and she with me．”

　　“Does Mother know about her?” I said suddenly, without thinking．

　　“Of course,” Father said gently．He looked at me a little anxiously．I felt embarrassed(尴尬)for him．

　　I said, “Dad, you don't have to…”

　　“Your mother would tell you if she were here．I don't want you wondering about this．I was a foreigner to her family．I depended on my father．If she had married me, she wouldn't have had any bright future．So her father was against our romance．When I wrote to my father that I wanted to get married he stopped posting money to me．And I had to go home．But I met the girl once more, and told her I would return to America, borrow enough money to get married on, and come back for her in a few months．”

　　“We knew, ”he continued, “that her father might stop and take away our letter, so we agreed that I would simply mail her a slip of paper with a date on it, the time she was to meet me at a certain place; then we'd get married．Well, I went home, got the money and sent her the date．She received the note．She wrote me：‘I'll be there．’ But she wasn't．Then I found that she had been married about two weeks before, to a local innkeeper．She hadn't waited．”

　　Then my father said, “Thank God she didn't．I went home, met your mother, and we’ve been completely happy．We often joke about youthful love romance．I suggest that one day you write a story about it．”

　　The woman appeared with our beer．

　　“You are from America?” she asked me．

　　“Yes,” I said．

　　She smiled happily, “A wonderful country, America．”

　　“Yes, a lot of your countrymen have gone there．Did you ever think of it?”

　　“Not me．Not now, ”she said．“I thought so one time, a long time ago．But I stayed here．It's much better here．”

　　We drank our beer and left．Outside I said, “Father, just how did you write that date on which she was to meet you?”

　　He stopped, took out an envelope and wrote on it．“Like this, ”he said．“12/11/13, which was, of course, December11th, 1913．”

　　“No!”I said loudly．“It isn't in Denmark or any European country．Over here they write the day first, then the month．So that date wouldn't be December11th but the 12th of November!”

　　Father passed his hand over his face．“So she was there!” he signed,“and it was because I didn't show up that she got married．” He was silent a while．“Well,” he said, “I hope she's happy．She seems to be．”

　　As we continued walking I said, “It's a lucky thing it happened that way．You wouldn't have met Mother．”

　　He put his arm around my shoulders, looked at me with a heartwarming smile, and said,“I was doubly lucky, young man, for otherwise I wouldn't have met you, either!”