Susie Sunbeam was not her real name. It was Susan Brown. But everyone called 1 Sunbeam, because she had such a sweet, smiling face. She 2 took brightness with her wherever she went. Her grandfather first gave her this 3, and it seemed to fit the little girl so 4 that soon it took the place of her own.

    Even when Susie was a baby, she laughed and smiled from morning till night. No one ever heard her cry unless she was 5 or hurt. When she had learnt to 6, she loved to go around the house and get things for her mother. 7, she helped her as much as she could.

She loved 8. She would sit by her mother's side for an hour at a time, and ask her many questions. At other times, she would take a new book and read quietly. Susie was always pleasant in her play with other children. She never used a(n) 9 word , but tried to do whatever would make her playmates happy.

    One day, a(n) 10 little girl with an old torn dress passed by. Susie heard some children teasing and laughing at her. She at once ran out to the gate, and asked the little girl to come 11.

    “What are you crying for?” Susie asked. “Because they all 12 at me.” she said.

    Then Susie took the little girl into the house. She 13 the little girl with kind words, and she gave her one of her own best dresses and a good pair of shoes. This brought real 14 to the poor child, and she thought that Sunbeam was the 15 name for Susan Brown.

    “What does 'doing the right thing' mean to you”? One Friday, my teacher asked our class to think about the question. We would hand in an article on it by Monday, and be prepared to do the things we will1.

    The whole weekend, I was trying to think about something that would2my teacher and be easy to follow. I talked to my parents, called my grandmother and asked my neighbor. Everyone had good3 but I didn't think I could achieve them.

    On Sunday afternoon, my parents said they were going to my Aunt Mary's house. That usually4that I would have to play with my four-year-old cousin Andrea5we visited. I showed her a cartoon, and then I sat down and started to write my article.

    Soon I felt two 6 on me. It was Andrea. “What are you doing?” she asked. “I have to write an article about what 'doing the right thing' means to me.” I answered. Andrea laughed. “That's easy,” she said. “Doing the right thing means being7 to your family and friends. Never lie. Eat lots of fruit and vegetables. Take a bath when you're dirty.”

    I looked at my little cousin with great 8.Then I jumped up and gave her the biggest hug. Not only had Andrea answered a very difficult question for me, but I could9follow them. All I had to do was to be nice, not to lie, to keep myself clean and healthy. So when I wrote my article, I10the story about Andrea and how she had answered my question.

    Two weeks later, I received my article with an A+ and a little note written by my teacher: “Always do the right thing and give Andrea an A+, too!”

    As my husband, Doug, stood on the busy New York city street trying to stop a taxi, I tried to protect my daughter from the cold December wind and rain. I put my head down to kiss her tiny face.

    Frustrated and 1, my husband gave up his attempt to flag down a taxi. I knew the feeling. Just after her first birthday, we 2that our daughter Katie had a rare brain illness. Since that moment, Doug and I felt like runners in a marathon race where the finish line kept disappearing. We knew Katie was running out of 3. It had taken months before we finally 4 a name for the illness, but only a few specialists in the world knew 5 to fix it. Now, as we finally found a brilliant doctor to save our girl, we were in a strange 6in the cold rain.

    Just at the moment, a middle-aged woman pulled over and said, "Pardon me? May I offer you a ride?"

    7 we could say anything, she continued, "It's really no trouble for8. Just get in."

    It was then that I noticed her thick Irish accent，which9 me up like hot soup. We 10 said, "Thanks! Roosevelt Hospital, please," as we got in her car for the ride.

    "Are you going 11 the baby?" she asked us.

    I nodded my head, holding back my tears.

    At the hospital, we 12 her a dozen times for the ride, as the woman hugged me. I noticed her face was wet with tears. She promised to pray for us before she left.

    After three more visits to New York and two more 13surgeries，Katie is cured. But the 14of the Irish Angel still rang as a constant reminder of a tiny ray of light that appeared in our15days. We would pray for her just as she did for us.

I am going to have a party tomorrow night. I tell my mother that she needn't do 1 for me. My friend Jane would like to help me, 2 she can't. Because she has to look after her sister. So I will do everything by myself. I try to make 3 party a nice one. 

I sent invitation to my friends 4 . Now I am thinking about what I need to do tomorrow. Yes! I have to clean the room and do some shopping. I am going 5 some food, drinks and some fruit in the supermarket. I am going to make a shopping list 6 I go. I also have to decorate (装饰) the room. I need to do so many things, so I have 7 time to see the movie "The Wandering Earth". 

The party begins 8 8:00 p. m. We will have fun at the party. I am very 9 but I feel very happy. I am very sleepy and I really want to 10 .