Amy was a 3rd-grade student. Ever since she started school, someone teased (讥笑) her about her speech or her limping (跛行) every single day. Amy was _______ it and the teasing made her feel all alone.

One morning _______ she rounded the corner across the hall, she knocked into a 5th-grade tall boy.“_______ it, fool!” The boy shouted, and _______ the way Amy limped.

Back home at the dinner table that evening, Amy was _______. Her mom knew that things were not going well at _______. That’s why she was eager to have some exciting news to _______ with her daughter.

“There’s a _______ competition run by a local newspaper,” Amy’s mom announced. “Write a letter to the editor, my dear; you might win a prize.”

Amy smiled and started _______ about what she wanted most by now. An idea came to her. Out came pencil and paper, and Amy went to ________ her letter.

My name is Amy. I am nine years old. I have a ________ at school. Can you help me? Kids laugh at me ________ the way I walk and run and talk. I have cerebral palsy (脑瘫). I just want one ________ that no one laughs at me or makes fun of me.

Love, Amy

A week later, a picture of Amy and her ________ made the front page of the local newspaper. The story spread quickly. Amy ________ did get her wish of a day without teasing at her school.

Amy was not teased any longer.

The first day at school has left a deep impression on me I'll never________ it.

As soon as I________into the classroom, the bell rang. A young beautiful woman came in, but she was________,no smile on her face.“You are not permitted(允许)to________in the course of class unless...”She was speaking ________ I heard a   voice “Lily, Lily” from outside the door. My grandmother was standing there with a pair of socks ________ her hand. I didn't ________ I was bare feet until then. I wanted to________them, but I dared not do that. I shook my hand,________“Don't wait here any longer. Leave quickly.” As I did so, I still fixed   my eyes on my teacher .I really didn't want her to take_________of me, but she did. She went out to get the ________. When she gave them to me, she looked at me for a while. My face suddenly turned________and my heart beat faster. I began to put the socks on. Unfortunately I was so nervous________ my _______hands couldn't get them onto my feet easily. Just then I heard my name called. I________from my seat quickly.“Can you _______ the numbers from one to one hundred? ”the teacher asked. I nodded. To her ________, I did very well. Finally she said, “Study hard. Be________, please.” I looked up at her to find a smile on her face. I felt relaxed________.

The first day at school has stayed in my________as something embarrassing but sweet.

When Mrs. Green told her pupils to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful, she thought how little these children in a(an) _______ neighborhood, had to be _______ for. Most of the _______ would draw pictures of turkeys (火鸡) or of Thanksgiving tables full of everything _______ to eat. That was what they believed was _______ them.

What made Mrs. Green _______ was David’s picture. David was so disappointed and likely to be _______ close in his shadow as they went outside for breaks. David’s drawing was _______ this:

A hand, whose hand? The class was strongly attracted by his image. “I think it must be the _______ of God ________ us food,” said one student.

“A ________,” said another, “because they ________ the turkeys.”

“It looks more like a policeman, and they ________ us.” “I think,” Lucy said ________, “that it is ________ to be all the hands that help us, but David could only draw one of them.”

Mrs. Green had almost forgotten David in her ________ at finding the class so responsive (共鸣的). Having the others working on another project, she bent over his ________ and asked whose hand it was.

David whispered, “It’s yours, Teacher.”

Then Mrs. Green ________ she had taken David by the hand from time to time; she often did that with the children. But that it should have ________ so much to David …

Perhaps, she thought this was her Thanksgiving, and everybody’s Thanksgiving—not the things given to us, but the small ________ that we give something to others.