When I was young, Dad often asked me to watch _________ games with him. Slowly, I became interested in the sport. Then Dad started to teach me _________ to hit the ball. Quickly, I became a pretty good hitter (击球手) and began _________ games.

Every time Dad came to my game, I would try very _________ to impress him. I spent too much energy making him happy and paid too much attention to his feelings. _________, I would perform poorly sometimes. Dad also realized he had influenced me negatively. Then one day, he told me that he was _________ with work and couldn’t come to any more games that year. Though I was disappointed, I respected his _________.

In the following games, I managed to perform well. But Dad never got to see them in person. In the final game of the year, I still did well. _________, when there were only ten minutes left in the game, I saw Dad secretly looking out from behind the stand (看台). _________ after I made a perfect shot and looked for him, he was already gone.

After the game, Dad came up to me and asked me how I did. “Dad,” I said, “I saw you behind the stand.” “Wow, did you?” he said. “What a good shot (击球) you hit! That was the best one you’ve hit.” At that moment, I __________ Dad had been there every time. He secretly watched me and gave me the best chance that I could ever have to do my best.