When I was in the fifth grade, I was picked to be the leading role in a school play.
For weeks, my mother helped me practice my lines. But during a rehearsal(排练), every word 1 from my head. So my teacher changed my role to be the narrator(解说). Though I didn't tell my mother what had happened that day, she noticed my 2 and asked if I wanted to take a walk in the yard.
It was a 3 spring day. Everything looked pleasant. We could see dandelions(蒲公英) coming out through the grass. I watched my mother bend down by one of them, "I think I'll 4 all these weeds(杂草)," she said "From now on, we'll only have roses in this garden."
"But I 5 dandelions," I said immediately. "All flowers are beautiful — even dandelions!"
My mother looked at me seriously. "Yes. Every flower 6 in its own way, doesn't it?" She asked thoughtfully. I nodded. "And that is true of 7 , too," she added.
When I realized that she had sensed my pain, I started to cry and told her the truth. "You will be a 8 narrator," she said, reminding me of how much I loved to read stories aloud.
Thanks to my mother's 9 , I got to know that everybody had his or her own 10 in the world. I felt proud of my new role in the play.
