One day, an 11-year-old boy, Robby, came into my classroom for his first piano lesson. Over the {#blank#}1{#/blank#}, he tried very hard to learn the pieces, while I listened and encouraged him. However, he was not good at {#blank#}2{#/blank#} the piano.

    At the end of each week, he would always say ,"My mom is going to hear me play on the stage some day, "Then one day Robby {#blank#}3{#/blank#} coming to my lessons. I thought he gave up learning the piano.

    Several weeks {#blank#}4{#/blank#} our school planned to hold a concert. To my surprise, Robby came and asked {#blank#}5{#/blank#} he could be in it. He said his mother had been sick and unable to afford his piano lessons, but he was still practicing. I agreed to let {#blank#}6{#/blank#} play.

    Robby was the last to play at the concert. He chose a Mozart's piece. {#blank#}7{#/blank#} six and a half minutes, he ended. In tears, I ran up to hug Robby. " I've {#blank#}8{#/blank#} heard you play like that, Robby! {#blank#}9{#/blank#} did you do it? Robby explained, "Well, in fact my mother had cancer, but she comes here today. So tonight is the {#blank#}10{#/blank#} time that she has ever heard me play on the stage. I wanted to make it special".