I remember it was a Saturday. I was invited to my friend's birthday party.1the first time, I was the first one there. I sat on her couch and just waited2for the party to begin. As a flood of guests came in with warm3, there was one short, thin girl who had a huge smile on her face. She just seemed so4from the other girls there. So I decided to begin a conversation with her.
I asked her "Did your mum drive you here?" She answered," Oh, my mum was5." My heart sank. I continued, "When did she die?" "She died when I was seven."
Later on, she told us what had happened the day her mother died." I came home,6to tell my mum what a great day I had had.7I entered the room, I saw my mother on a stretcher (担架). I began8my sister. She just said, ‘Emma, Mum just needs to go to the hospital.'"
The girl said that she went to sleep that night with9, and woke up to be told by her sister, "Emma, please keep10. Mum's dead."
I was so11by this girl's story. She lost her mother at such a young age，but she made up her mind to be strong. With such a big weight of the world on her12, she looked positive and optimistic. She did not shed (流) a(n)13when telling us her story. Strength is something that can14pain at the worst time. She lives every day of her life to the fullest,15with a heavy heart.
