阅读短文，根据短文内容选出最佳选项。 One day, Jack received a call. It was his mother: "Mr Depp died last night," his mother said. Memories flashed through Jack's mind like an old film. He sat quietly remembering his childhood days. It had been so long since Jack thought of the old man who used to live next door. In fact, he had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his family.
"Well, he didn't forget you," his mother continued. "Every time I saw him, he'd recall the days you spent with him."
"He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important," Jack said. "Mum, I'll be there for the funeral."
Though Jack was very busy, he kept his word. He flew to his hometown. After the funeral, Jack and his mother looked at the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his mother asked.
"The box is gone," he said. "There used to be a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most'."
About two weeks later, Jack received a parcel (包裹). On it, the name Harold Depp caught his attention. He couldn't wait to open it and a small gold box appeared in front of him. In it, there was a beautiful gold pocket watch with a note. Jack's hands shook as he read these words: Jack, thanks for your time! Harold Depp.
"The thing he valued most…was…my time." Jack held the watch for a few minutes, and then called to cancel his appointments (预约) for the next two days.
"Why?" Janet, his assistant, asked.
"I need some time to spend with my mother, wife and son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet…thanks for your time!"
