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“Class, tomorrow I want you to boring a cup of macaroni(通心粉) for our craft class, OK?"
I was afraid of the next day because I knew we had no macaroni at home. Living inan alcoholicenvironment, we never had too much of anything except beer bottles.
I went home after school: I knew that the local bottle shop gave ten cents for a beer bottle, so I decided to sell some bottles to get money for macaroni.
I started collecting the bottles and sold them. I earned eighty cents. Although I did my best, I still had no macaroni for my craft class.
"Weren't you listening when I asked you to bring it, John?" my teacher asked.
I was embarrassed. I didn't know what to say and other children started laughing. Then a little girl, Rosalyn, who sat beside me turned to me and said, “You can have some of mine." She gave some macaroni to me.
I didn't take her macaroni or say thanks to her. However, I felt thankful for her kindness. Once, my life was full of anger arid hurt. I kept kind people like Rosalyn away, but after that class, I changed my attitude. I thanked all the people like Rosalyn that made this world a better place to live in.