One day, I am reading a newspaper when my wife calls me in the kitchen, "Will you come here and make your daughter eat her food?"
I throw the1away and run to my 8-year-old daughter, Millie. In front of her is a bowl of rice. She says to me, "Dad, l want to do a special thing2l eat all the rice, will you let me do it? ""OK." I say.
"Dad, I want to cut all my hair from my3this Sunday. "She says. I feel a little surprised. "Millie, why don't you ask for something else? We will be4when we see your clean-shaven(剃光的) head."
"Dad, you say you will let me do it!" Millie cries.
On Monday morning, I5her to school. From my car I watch my hairless daughter walking to her classroom. I see a boy with a hairless head. He6the car, and shouts, "Millie, please wait for me."
"Sir, your daughter is7. "A woman gets out of the car, and says, "That boy is my son, Harish. He is ill. He lost all his hair because of chemotherapy(化疗). He doesn't8to go to school. Millie visits him and I don't know she would cut her hair9my son!"
I stand there, and I can't say anything. "Thank you, my little angel! You are teaching me what love is!" I think. My daughter is a10girl. She lives for her friends.
