My day began when I saw my six-year-old son Jerry doing something in the garden by my azalea bush （杜鹃花丛）. By the time I got1, I found he'd broken it!It was my favorite!
"Can I 2this to school?" he asked, smiling. Though a bit unhappy, I nodded. Then I turned back to the3bush and pruned （修剪） it with great care.
The rest of the day, I was busy doing endless housework. Time had passed by 4before I realized it was already 3：00. Leaving the clothes in the washing machine, I hurried to school to5Jerry. When I got there, the teacher told me she wanted to talk about Jerry.
"What now?" I thought.
I had prepared myself for the worst, 6the teacher's words greatly surprised me. "Did you know Jerry brought flowers to school today?" she asked. I nodded, thinking about my favorite bush. "See that little girl?" the teacher7I noticed a bright—eyed kid busily drawing a picture with crayons8the paper.
"Well, her parents are separated and she has been9these days. I did all I could to comfort（安慰） her, but nothing10. This morning I watched your son walk over to her with some pretty flowers and said. This is for you, "What a difference it makes!?"
I felt my heart full of11for what my son had done. Holding Jerry's hand, I said, "Thank you, dear!"
I was warmed by the12Jerry showed to the little girl and I decided to pass it on. Later that evening when my husband came back home, I picked some pink azaleas and handed them to him. "This is for you. " I said.
