Little Bit

    "Meow, meow, meow," is what I heard as I walked through the alley. I approached the noise and observed a tail sticking out from under a piece of wood Under the wood was a 1 black and white cat I picked him up and 2 he must be freezing to death 3 home with the cat held in my jacket.

    My new best friend, who soon became known as Little Bit, received his name because he was almost4when I held him in my hands. He stood about five inches tall. Little Bit's small size had a great advantage—he 5 perfectly in the pocket of my jacket, which made 6 him everywhere very easy.  Any time I was home, he wouldn't leave my 7 He was always  8 to me. When I fell asleep at night,he would always rolling up around my head to ensure that I was warm.

    Unfortunately, I grew up. My teenage life 9 my relationship with Little Bit. I lived at such a fast10 that I stopped making time for him. My free time was spent with my friends instead. I would come in the house on my phone and not 11 him at all. His meows became an annoyance to me, but it wasn't his fault that he wanted my 12 back.

    Time had caused a13 to Little Bit. His body began shocking down and by the time I  realized 14 was wrong with him, he had already lost his balance. He lay there and looked at me, and 15 this day I still remember the 16 look in his bright green eyes. I took him to the vet (兽医 ), but there was nothing he could do The last time I17 him he wasn't he same tiny cat I had found ten years before. Little Bit filled my arms and he was put to sleep that day.

    Little Bit's 18 made me realize how much he meant to me.He was always there for me when I needed him. I 19 our last years together and I feel sorry for not always being there for him.I will always20 the special memories we made.

    Mr. Jackson was blind from birth. He owned a fruit 1 on a very busy street. 2 he was visually disabled, he ran his business pretty handsomely. He could see nothing and he could only 3 the things within his reach. 4 ， he was able to handle it and was content with everything he had.

    One day his son came to him. He told Mr. Jackson in 5 that he read in the newspaper of a 6 who could operate on his eyes and allow him to see. The father and son traveled to the doctor and paid for the 7.

    After the operation, the doctor asked Mr. Jackson，“What is the first thing you are 8 to see when I take the bandages off？”He replied, “I really want to see my beautiful 9 on my stand！”

    The doctor and the son 10 Mr. Jackson down to the busy street where his fruit stand had been located for so many years. The doctor 11 unwrapped the bandages 12 he could lay his eyes on the beautiful fruit! Mr. Jackson was so full of 13 that he could finally see his life's work—taking care of his fruit! After a few hours of 14 his beautiful fruit stand, he looked down the street both ways and saw there were quite a few fruit stands in both directions. He looked 15 the street and saw many other fruit stands. He spent so much time looking at other people's fruit stands and 16 the competition that soon his own business17.

    From Mr. Jackson's failure, we should know that everyone is a 18 individual with different fingerprints, DNA and thinking. What we need to do is just be ourselves and 19 everyone else to be who they are. Mind our own business and we should never be afraid of the 20.

    When Lyndsay and Matthew took home their newborn twins a few days after Christmas 2016, they knew that baby William's days would be short. 1 he looked perfect and healthy, he had a severe heart defect, 2 in the womb.

    “It was one of the 3 days of my life when we found out that we would lose our son 4 months still left in my pregnancy, but because at that time we were able to 5 ourselves,” said Lyndsay. “My husband and I both have a strong 6 in God and through prayer, we felt God's love, peace, and 7.” She said that the love and help from family and friends have been 8 in their journey.

    One friend made a special 9. Knowing how important it was to document his short life, a family friend 10 to a Toledo photographer she followed on Facebook.

    “The days with both of our babies at home together were 11,” said Lyndsay. “We tried our best to focus on enjoying the time together and creating 12. We were able to do this and felt like God blessed us with the time to get to know our son.”

    And although Lyndsay13 hesitated to do a photo shoot, now she says she's so glad she did.

    “The photos are going to be even more important as time goes on,” said Brentlinger.“ I can14 on our time with our whole family together and remember our newborn son with the15 big eyes. His twin sister, Reagan, will be able to see the love and special 16 they shared together.”

    What 17 Brown, the photographer were the parents and the strength and love they displayed during the shoot.

    “The parents were extremely strong,” Brown said. “They 18 acted and treated both babies like nothing was wrong. So that 19 my heart watching them. We sort of lost it in the very end... Then the tears just started 20.”

    William is a gift for his twin sister, his parents and everybody. Surrounded by love, life is eternal.

    "When I grow up, I want to be a mountain climber," Jack, my four-year-old son, announce. My husband, Jack and I are now 1 Cradle Mountain. Here the sky is clear and the plants are green. We don't know how our kid will progress, but we're 2 to give it a go.

    Usually some parents, me included, would 3 that bushwalking would present a great opportunity for disaster. However, we couldn't be more 4. We are swallowed up (吞没) by the 5 of the nature.

    My husband and I 6 glances (眼色) as Jack runs ahead of us. He keeps a confident and steady (稳的) 7, staying three or four meters ahead of us. Who is this kid 8 us through the bush? This can't be the same boy who won't play outside 9 someone keeps him company (陪伴).

    "Hey, look at this!" Jack cries, pointing at a 10 in a tree. "Who lives here? It may be a snake's 11." His dad and I 12 and look on, nodding and predicting (预测) who might call the tree home. Before reaching a 13, Jack is off again, keeping a distance between himself and us.

    I think about how I have often felt 14 as a parent. Frequently I find myself 15 to cross the tricky (棘手的) pass of boyhood: "Why won't this child 16? Why won't he do as he is told? Why is he so 17?" Yet, here we find ourselves in the wilderness, and the boy is showing us the 18. The world is unfolding before him, and he is crossing it with 19 and natural curiosity, and as his parents, we are only 20 on his journey, following in his size 12 footsteps.

    What is intelligence anyway? When I was in the army I1 an intelligence test that all soldiers took, and, against2 of 100, scored 160.

    I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not3 have scored more than 80. 4, when anything went wrong with my car I hurried to him and he always 5it.

    Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man6 questions for some intelligence tests. By every one of them I'd prove myself a7. In a world where I have to work with my8. I'd do poorly.

    Consider my auto-repair man9. He had a habit of telling10. One time he said, "Doc, a deaf-and-dumb man11some nails. Having entered a store, he put two fingers together on the counter and made 12 movements with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He13 his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk14 him some nails. He picked out the right size and left. Well, Doc, the15 man who came in was blind. He wanted scissors (剪刀). 16 do you suppose he asked for them?" I lifted my right hand and made scissoring movements with my first two fingers. He burst out laughing and said, "Why, you fool, he used his 17 and asked for them. I've been18 that on all my customers today, but I knew 19 I'd catch you." "Why is that?" I asked. "Because you are so goddamned educated, Doc. I knew you couldn't be very 20."

    And I have an uneasy feeling he had something there.

    I was touched so much. A while back, my three-year-old son and I settled back for his goodnight1. We lay down in his little bed and he said, "Daddy, when I get big can I live with you?" I assured him he could live with me2he wanted to.

    A moment later he said, "When you die you're going to feel3on your face and it will be me touching you." Then he4,"I will kiss you." He moved over, kissed me. I was aware of tears suddenly welling up in my eyes. I didn't want to explain5I was crying; as I opened my eyes to look at him, he was already6.

    I spent some time looking at him,7the minute and wondering about the depth of the8I'd had. It occurred to me that I didn't remember having much of this kind of9time with my father, and that this was a time that would be10short-lived. This time of11that forms a three-year-old's life, would soon be12. What will remain, however, will be the13of this short while reoccurring in my mind non-stop. It made all of the difficult14of being a father worthwhile.

    Sometimes, being a committed (承担义务的) father can feel like you're15the doorkeeper, driver, and16in the house. Then you will have "a17", one like this in which your child expresses18, pure, and unconditional love for you.

    When your kids have19home and you look back at these years, all of these will be strung (绑) together to20the memories of their lives with you.