One year before Christmas, my mother gave us a used model toy car. My sister didn't want it, so it was all mine. I immediately set down to wiping it clean and polishing it to a bright one, which turned to be a thing of 1 . I became overjoyed at possessing it. My elder sister was amazed at the newly polished, refreshing toy car, with a hint of 2 and envy in her eyes.
As planned, our big family had a reunion on Christmas to strengthen the family bond. I shared the 3 toy car with Alex, my young French cousin. Eyes 4 to it, he fell in love with it the instant he saw it. It was a rare moment to see him feeling so 5 and happy. He'd been unlucky so far in life, suffering severe, life-threatening illnesses as a child, leaving him mentally and physically stuck and the family 6 cash. Such lovely toys were 7 dreams for him.
Seeing Alex's consuming thrill brought by the red car, I was seized by immense joy as well. However, I was worried he would 8 it for himself. My mother also noticed Alex's fondness, asking me whether I would like to give it to Alex. I 9 with myself. Giving it? Hardly could I imagine life without the model car! My heart kept aching at the 10 of giving it away. I shook my head 11 . Glancing at my mother's expectant eyes, I couldn't help sobbing. Keeping it? Definitely, it would otherwise upset Alex. Torn between the two tough 12 , I was totally at a loss. Nevertheless, I could feel my affection to Alex. I resolved to do the 13 thing.
When parting, my model car went with Alex. Though sad to see it go, my heart 14 when I saw his smiling face. Seeing the thumbs-up from my mother and sister, I did swell with relief, pride and joy, for I knew it was not a gift. It was our 15 and love for him.
