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I just heard you tell an old story of gift giving and unselfish love in your program. You don¡¯t know whether it is true that such unselfish love would happen in today¡¯s world. Well, I¡¯m here to give you 36 .
I wanted to do something very 37 for my fifteen-year-old son, who has always been the perfect child. He worked all summer to earn enough money to buy a used motorcycle. Then, he spent hours and hours on it 38 it looked almost new. I was so proud of him that I bought him the shiniest helmet(Í·¿ø)and a riding outfit(È«Ì××°±¸£©.
I could 39 wait for him to open up his gift. In fact, I couldn¡¯t sleep the night before. Upon awakening, I went to the kitchen to 40 the coffee, tea, and morning dishes. In the living room was a beautiful keyboard with a 41 :¡± To my wonderful mother, all my love, your son.¡±
I was so surprised. It had been a long-standing joke in our family that I wanted a piano so that I could 42 lessons. ¡°Learn to play the piano, and I¡¯ll get you one¡± was my husband¡¯s promise.
I stood there shocked(Õ𾪵Ä), crying a river, asking myself how my son could 43 this expensive gift.
Of course, the house awoke, and my son was very pleased with my reaction£¨·´Ó¦£©. Many kisses were exchanged, and I immediately wanted him to 44 my gift.
As he saw the helmet and outfit, the look on his face was not exactly what I was expecting. Then I 45 that he had sold the motorcycle to get me the keyboard.
Of course I was the proudest mother ever on that day, and my feet never hit the ground for a month.
So I wanted you to know, that kind of love is 46 present and lives even in the ever-changing world of me, me, me!
I thought you¡¯d love to 47 this story.
Yours,
Hilary
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Dear Laura,
I just heard you tell an old story of gift giving and unselfish love in your program. You don¡¯t know whether it is true that such unselfish love would happen in today¡¯s world. Well, I¡¯m here to give you 36 .
I wanted to do something very 37 for my fifteen-year-old son, who has always been the perfect child. He worked all summer to earn enough money to buy a used motorcycle. Then, he spent hours and hours on it 38 it looked almost new. I was so proud of him that I bought him the shiniest helmet(Í·¿ø)and a riding outfit(È«Ì××°±¸£©.
I could 39 wait for him to open up his gift. In fact, I couldn¡¯t sleep the night before. Upon awakening, I went to the kitchen to 40 the coffee, tea, and morning dishes. In the living room was a beautiful keyboard with a 41 :¡± To my wonderful mother, all my love, your son.¡±
I was so surprised. It had been a long-standing joke in our family that I wanted a piano so that I could 42 lessons. ¡°Learn to play the piano, and I¡¯ll get you one¡± was my husband¡¯s promise.
I stood there shocked(Õ𾪵Ä), crying a river, asking myself how my son could 43 this expensive gift.
Of course, the house awoke, and my son was very pleased with my reaction£¨·´Ó¦£©. Many kisses were exchanged, and I immediately wanted him to 44 my gift.
As he saw the helmet and outfit, the look on his face was not exactly what I was expecting. Then I 45 that he had sold the motorcycle to get me the keyboard.
Of course I was the proudest mother ever on that day, and my feet never hit the ground for a month.
So I wanted you to know, that kind of love is 46 present and lives even in the ever-changing world of me, me, me!
I thought you¡¯d love to 47 this story.
Yours,
Hilary
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