I was required to read one of Bernie Siegel's books in college and was hooked on his positivity from that moment on. The stories of his unconventional1 and the exceptional patients he wrote about were so  2 to me and had such a big  3 on how I saw life from then on. Who knew that so many years later I would look to Dr. Bernie and his CDs again to  4my own cancer experience?

I'm an ambitious 5, and when I started going through chemo (化疗) , even though I'm a very 6person, I

lost my drive to write. I was just too tired and not in the 7. One day, while waiting to go in for 8 , I had one 

of Dr. Bernie's books in my hand. Another patient9 what I was reading and struck up a conversation with me 10

he had one of his books with him as well. It  11that among other things, he was an eighty-year-old writer. He 

was12a published author, and he was currently 13on a new book.

     We would see each other at various times and 14 friends. Sometimes he wore a duck hat, and I would tell

myself, he was definitely a(n)15of Dr. Bernie. He really put a 16on my face. He unfortunately  last17 year due to 

his cancer,18 he left a deep impression on me and gave me the  19to pick up my pen again. I  20to myself, “If 

he can do it, then so can I.”

Henry was not 1at math. Even when the teacher explained something a second time, he still couldn't 2it. “Never mind. I'll sit3the boy who's the best at 4” Henry thought, “and5 his answers.”

The day of the exam6 and Henry sat next to Allan,7was 8at the top of the class in math. Henry copied Allan's answers 9 his own exam paper. At the end of the exam, the teacher said, “Well, boys and girls, I've decided to give a red10to the student who got the11grade. It's 12 for me to decide who I'll give the star to, however,13two students, Henry and Allan, got the 14grade.” After a moment she went on, “15I've decided to give the star to 16this time.” Henry was17 when he heard this. He stood 18and said, “But I got the same grade as Allan, madam.” “That's 19” The teacher said. “However, Allan's answer to Question 6 was ‘I don't know.', but 20was ‘Nor do I.' .”

    Without warning, my father would knock on the door in the middle of night, drunken and begging my mother to open it. Later on, they lived their 1 lives and my mother was 2my family independently.

    My father was always claiming he had been planning to do something for us, but he had no  3. The man who was 4 to love us, in fact, lacked the 5 of what it truly meant to love a child.

    Maybe it was his complicated relationship to his father that made him 6. Maybe it was the pain 7 with a life of misfortune. Who knows? Whatever it was, it stole him from us, and 8 from me. Not understanding me, he simply 9 me—not just emotionally, but 10 as well. Never once did he hug me.

    My best memories of him were from his 11 at participation. Once every month or two, he would 12 and drive us to Trucker's Paradise. To me, the games were fun but easily forgotten. It was the 13 of my father that was most treasured.

    It wasn't until I was much older that I would find evidence of my father's love.

    When my favorite personal computer came onto the market, I convinced myself that I had to have it even though its price was far 14 my mother's reach. I mowed （割草）every yard I could find that summer, 15 it still wasn't enough. Then my dad agreed to help me 16the rest of the money by selling watermelons. This was the first time that I had ever spent time alone with him. He laughed and repeatedly 17 me as “my boy”, a phrase he relayed with a sense of 18.

    It just goes to show that however distant the father and however broken the 19, there is still a need for even the smallest bit of 20 of a father's love. Although he had never told me that he loved me, I would regard that day as the greatest evidence of that fact.

Finding Home

    "I hate New Orleans! I wanna go home!" I 1 to my mother as we moved boxes. 2 , going home was not easy because my home was 1, 100 miles away.

    I was born and 3 in northern Virginia. Virginia was my home, and I never expected that to 4. In 2014, my family experienced a tragedy (悲剧), so my parents decided to move to my mom's hometown of New Orleans.

    Only three months after my parents made the 5 to move, I found myself moving boxes into our new house. My announcement to my mother that I 6 the new environment was partly motivated by how hot it was, but it was mostly due to the fact that I felt like my entire life had been turned upside down. 1,100 miles away from everyone and everything I had ever known, I was 7. To make matters worse, I was starting high school in two weeks Beginning high school is a scary 8 on its own.

    I spent my first few months in New Orleans, 9 wanting to go home to Virginia. But after a few months of missing home, I 10 that I had a choice. I could continue thinking about how much I missed my old home, 11 I could start trying to build a new home right here. I chose the latter.

    As soon as I stopped giving all my 12 to how much I missed Virginia, I was able to begin accepting the love that people were already giving me. I joined some clubs at school, which gave me the chance to make friends. My neighbor taught me how to cook some New Orleans food, and I found a wonderful 13 of fellow cooks and neighbors. Overall, I seized every possible opportunity to 14 myself and to rebuild my life.

    Because of my resilience (复原力) in creating a new home for myself and the 15 that people have shown to me, home is right here.

Njobati, a young woman from Cameroon, faced a challenging journey when she moved from her English-speaking area to a French-speaking area of the country to attend university. The sharp differences between these areas, once part of the British and French empires, made it difficult for her to fit in, which led her to examine her own identity—who she truly was. 

Seeking guidance, she turned to her grandfather who also felt disconnected from his own culture. He expressed sadness about what the Nso had lost both culturally and materially, including Ngonnso statue. Ngonnso was the founder of Nso dating back to the 14th Century, whose statue was an important cultural symbol for the Nso. However, it was taken by the Germans in 1902 and has been housed in Berlin's Ethnological Museum ever since.

Inspired by her grandfather's desire and saddened by the loss of culture, Njobati made a promise to bring back the statue. She believed it would not only achieve her grandfather's wish but connect her with her Nso heritage again.

Njobati did many researches about the statue and former unsuccessful attempts. She realized that restitution ( 归还) was actually about facing the colonial ( 殖民主义的) past. Njobati decided to try differently. To gather support online and offline, Njobati began a grassroots campaign. She organized meetings in community halls and churches, met people one-on-one, and used the power of social media. Through Twitter, she established contact with the Ethnological Museum. 

Njobati's tireless efforts paid off. She was told that a decision about Ngonnso statue was coming, which was an important moment for her.

"Finally, this is happening. Not just for me, but for the Nso people, and for Cameroon, " She cried. "This also lends a hand to other communities that are seeking justice for stolen culture relics. "