“Boys and girls, tomorrow I want you
to bring a cup of macaroni（通心粉）for our craft class, OK?”
These 1 from
my teacher rang in my mind all evening. I was afraid of the next day because I
knew we had no macaroni at home. Living in an alcoholic（嗜酒的）family, we never had too much of anything 2
beer bottles.
I went home after school. Where could I find macaroni?
I knew that the local bottle shop gave ten cents for a beer bottle, so I
decided to sell some bottles to get money for macaroni. I started to
3 the bottles. After selling those bottles, I earned
eighty cents. Although I did my 4 ,I
still had no macaroni for my craft class.
“Weren’t you 5
when I asked you to bring it, John?”my teacher
asked.
I went red in the face. I didn’t know what to say and
other children started laughing. Then a little girl, Rosalyn, who sat beside me
turned to me and said, “You
can have some of 6 .”She offered a bag of macaroni to me. The k
6 in her eyes made me cry and I ran out of the room. I 8
took her macaroni or thanked her for her bag of kindness. However, I often
think about Rosalyn and the way she turned to save me t hat day. I used to
spend a great deal of my life complaining and keep kind people like Rosalyn a 9
,After that class, I 10 .I
am grateful to all the people like Rosalyn that made this world a better
place to live in.
