That day was calm and splendid. I walked slowly towards the edge of the cliff and looked out. The ____ was amazing. I could ____ the gentle wind coming from the coast while watching the brilliant sunset.

My dad and I used to enjoy the sunset together on that very place. We ____ also watch the waves ____ the rocks below. Yet, my mother always annoyed us how ____ it was. I never got worried, ____ always became secure next to my father, who spent most of his life out ____ in his boat.

I remember one time on his boat; I had ____ off the back and into the cold water accidentally. My dad instantly jumped off to ____ me. That day was especially unforgettable and from that point I realized ____ would prevent my dad protecting me if I my life was in threat.

As I ____ approached the top of the cliff, I recalled the most valuable time ____ I spent with my dad. I looked down desperately at the urn (骨灰瓷) in my hands. My father was my rock, someone I could ____ every time I was in awkward dilemma. But now he was gone eternally, and the urn for me meant absolutely ____ itself. ____ there been another chance to stay with my father again, I might have cherished it more than ever before.

I ____ the urn, said a ____ farewell and then slowly twisted off the lid. The wind started to change ____ , blowing out towards the sea. I looked last time at my father’s ashes and then ____ for a moment, I scattered the contents out over the cliff.

I wiped away a tear, but it was perfect happiness rather than sadness, because I finally knew the man who ____ so much to me, my father, was eventually at peace.

I love my father. He’s the parent who I thought understood me. But when I was growing up, he was ______ home. He worked overtime as an accountant, late into the evening during the week, all day Saturday and most Sundays. Even if he was home, and wasn’t working at his desk, I had to ______ him, because I was one of three daughters. All those years in my childhood I longed for my father’s ______.

One day my father was working at his desk. I ______ him there and stood beside the desk. ______ in his writing, he didn’t notice me. To let him know I was there, I lifted my plastic water gun and shot him in the face. This frightened him and he roared like a tiger. I dashed out of the room and down the stairs. I was so _______ because I’d never seen him angry before.

Moments later, he appeared at the top of the stairs, ______ his arms and laughed; his arms and laugh invited me to run back up the stairs and into his huge hug. Comforting me softly, he ______ for scaring me. I kept replaying the _______ in my mind for a thousand times.

My sense that I couldn’t reach my father stayed with me even when I was grown. Well into adulthood, I felt that I could never ______ the father time I’d missed as a child. But it turned out that I could. And I did.

The ______ started when my father retired. One day, I called when my mother was out. My father answered the phone, and he couldn’t hand me over to my mother, ______ we started to talk. He told me he’d been thinking about his grandfather, and I asked about him. He began telling me. I ______ that when I asked him about his past, he stayed on the phone. And the older he got, the more ______   my father was to talk about his past, especially his childhood. In his detailed descriptions, I felt he was recreating the world of his childhood, and ______ me in. The stories he told became a world we inhabited together. He introduced me to the people he knew there, and to the child he was.

I really cherish my father’s stories and will pass them on to the next generation.

I grew up in a small town and the main entertainment（娱乐）was Friday night high school football. It was just a sleepy little town where parents wanted to raise their children away from crime and________   of   a big city, and where teenagers like   me _________   leaving to find something bigger and better.

All that changed one summer night. My friend Lisa, Martin and Tyler held a party for my eighteenth birthday at Lisa’s house. ____________ they kept handing alcohol to me I was pretty ____ . I asked Tyler   to take me home. With some_____, we made it out to his car and drove home. News came next morning. My friend Martin was_______ in a car accident. That night after Tyler   and I left, Martin, who was ___ more drunk than me, got into his car and __ towards the highway to go home. Driving on the wrong side of the road, he never saw the truck coming. The driver didn’t see him ________ to   avoid the car. They hit head on. Martin died

Whenever I________back on that day, I can’t help thinking that it was my _________ to drink   so much that night. ________ things would be different. I know Martin ___________ the choice to drink and drive that night, but a   part of me will always feel_____ for what   happened.

I may not change the world with my story, but I do hope that by ______ my story I can make you___ that you not only have a responsibility for yourself but also for others. Don’t ever think that your choices are yours___________. Every choice is like a stone dropped into __water—each ripple (涟漪) ______someone who your choice affects. That’s quite an influence, isn’t it?