" Wanted: A violin. Can't pay much. Call…"
The ad in the newspaper made me remember my childhood. Because my family was
1, I couldn't have a violin. So I asked, "Daddy, may I have a
2?" Daddy's face looked sad. But a few weeks later, Daddy went home with a case in his hand. Inside the case was a second—hand violin for seven dollars.
No one could know how
3 I was when I took my violin to school for my first lesson. Several years later, I became famous as a violinist. And then, I carefully
4the violin away.
Now
5 this ad, I discovered the case deep in my closet(储藏室). I put it on the table. Then I picked up the
6 , walked to the telephone and called the number.
Later in the day, a man aged about 30 knocked at the door. "I've been expecting
someone can answer my advertisement. My daughter wants a violin so
7," he said, examining my violin. "How much is it?"
I said, "
8 dollars. "
"Are you surer" he asked. "Seven dollars," I
9 and then added, "I hope your daughter will be
10 to have it and enjoy it as I did. "
I smiled, but I found my tears roiling down my face.