"Mommy, I got something for you!" Cody ran through the door after school. His face wore the biggest smile ever. He waved something above his head. "It's a pen. But not just any pen. It's a lucky pen!" He handed me the pen 1waiting for my reaction(反应).
I looked at the pen in my hand. There was nothing2 about it. It looked just like any other ballpoint pen I had a drawer full of them At that moment, I didn't realize how special it was or how much I would come to treasure (珍爱)it .
When I was a young girl, I wanted to be a (n)3. I dreamed about it for a long time but I was afraid of being refused by the publishing(出版) houses. The night before, I told my husband 4when I thought Andy wasn't listening. "What if 5 likes my writing and I fail?" But Andy did 6 what I said. Now he stood in front of me, watching me examine the pen. "You don't have to be afraid now," he said. This pen will make your 7 great and everyone will love you and your book. "
Tears filled my eyes. Refusal (拒绝) and failure didn't seem like such a big problem any more. Even if I8sold the first book, I had everything I could ever need. I knew that pen would bring me luck, though. And I felt 9already, just by having Andy in my life, especially when I heard what he did to get it.
In the lunchroom, Andy heard an older boy talking about having a lucky10. He decided to get it for me. The boy was a tough negotiator (强硬的谈判者) but Andy didn't 11. In the end, he 12his favorite Matchbox car, two army men his brother gave him, a crayon, for that pen. Just to make13 feel better.
I still have that pen, though it's long out of ink, in a cup on my desk. When a refusal letter arrives and I start feeling14 . I look at it and remember just how lucky I am. For while I value that pen, it's Andy who I really15in my life.
