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\"2021\"<\/center><\/p>\n

\u674e\u6d77\u59b9<\/strong> Lauralee
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\n\u5168\u56fd\u521b\u65b0\u82f1\u8bed\u5927\u8d5b\u603b\u51a0\u519b\u7279\u7ea7\u8f85\u5bfc\u6559\u5e08\u3001\u5168\u56fd\u4e2d\u5c0f\u5b66\u751f\u82f1\u8bed\u5927\u8d5b\u56e2\u4f53\u8d5b\u5168\u56fd\u603b\u51a0\u519b\u6307\u5bfc\u6559\u5e08\u3001\u6c88\u9633\u5e02\u540d\u5e08\u8fdb\u8bfe\u5802\u8bb2\u5e08\u56e2\u6210\u5458…<\/em><\/p>\n

\u8bfb\u540e\u7eed\u5199\u5199\u4f5c\u653b\u7565<\/strong>
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\n1.\u627e\u4e3b\u9898 Theme: kindness from strangers
\n2.\u7f16\u5185\u5bb9
\nPara 1 \u63a5\u5230\u7535\u8bdd\u540e\u62c5\u5fc3\u7d27\u5f20\uff1b\u6253\u624b\u673a\u8be2\u95ee\u6253\u4e0d\u901a\uff1b\u51b3\u5b9a\u8f6c\u94b1
\nPara 2 \u7d27\u5f20\u88ab\u5e97\u5458\u6ce8\u610f\uff1b\u5e97\u5458\u62a5\u8b66\u771f\u76f8\u5927\u767d\uff1b\u611f\u6fc0\/\u5347\u534e
\n3.\u5206\u914d\u7ec6\u8282
\nPara 1 \u62c5\u5fc3\u7d27\u5f20\u7684\u5fc3\u7406\/\u8868\u60c5\u63cf\u5199\uff1b\u51b3\u5b9a\u8f6c\u94b1\u65f6\u7684\u8fde\u52a8
\nPara 2 \u4e24\u4eba\u5bf9\u8bdd\u7684\u8bed\u8a00\u63cf\u5199 \uff1b\u5f97\u77e5\u771f\u76f8\u540e\u7684\u5fc3\u7406\u63cf\u5199
\n4.\u5199\u8349\u7a3f
\nPara 1 Cecil was totally at a loss<\/strong>. Astonished and suspicious, he called David’s mobile phone to see what happened. However, the line was busy, which made him more anxious. Worrying about his grandson, he found his credit card and set off for Walmart.
\nPara 2 The lucky part of Cecil’s day was when he stepped into cashier Audrella’s line in Wal-Mart<\/strong>. “How can I help you?” she asked gently. “I need to transfer $2300 to another store.”said Cecil nervously. Sensing his nervousness, Audrella asked if everything was okay. After Cecil told her the whole story, Audrella called the police. When two officers arrived, Cecil were calm again and realized that the whole thing was a phone scam. Cecil held Audrella’s hands, and thanked her sincerely for her kindness and love.<\/p>\n

5.\u8bed\u8a00\u6da6\u8272
\nPara 1 Cecil was totally at a loss<\/strong>. With a mixture of astonishment and suspicion, he called David’s mobile phone, attempting to figure out what on earth had happened. However, after calling up to 10 times, the line was busy all along, which only added to his anxiety all the more. Worrying about his grandson, feeling no time to waste, he took his credit card, started the car and off he went.
\nPara 2 The lucky part of Cecil’s day was when he stepped into cashier Audrella’s line in Wal-Mart<\/strong>. “How can I help you?” she asked gently. “I…I need to transfer $2300 to…to another…store.” stammered Cecil, sweat rolling down his forehead. Sensing his nervousness, Audrella couldn’t help asking if everything was okay. With a shaking voice and reddened eyes, Cecil told her the whole story, pinning all his hopes on this young girl he’d never met before. Burning with mounting suspicion, Audrella called the police. With the arrival of two officers, Cecil regained his calm and came to the realization that the whole thing turned out to be nothing but a phone scam. Holding Audrella’s hands tightly, Cecil couldn’t thank her enough and gave her $100 in reward, knowing too well that no price was too high for the random act of kindness and love.
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\nAnn and her mother had lived in a small unattractive cottage as long as Ann could remember.
\nIt was party time. Christmas was so close, and so was her birthday. Ann wished she could get a new dress with frills and lace as a wonderful Christmas gift. All her friends would be getting new dresses. But Ann did not want to ask her Mom for a new one. She knew how hard her mom worked to make both ends meet. Maybe she could make a wish–maybe Santa Claus would come…
\nAnn couldn’t help dreaming about the new dress even though she knew that Santa Claus was just an imaginary character.
\nHer classmates were talking only of Christmas celebrations which were nearing.
\n“My rich aunt is surely going to give me a pretty branded doll again,” said Ria.
\n” I have been hinting about that costly watch to my parents. They are bound to gift that to me, ” told Tessi.
\nAnn felt left out in those conversations. She neither had rich parents nor rich aunt & uncle to give her expensive gifts. It was not just a gift that worried Ann. It was her mother. Nowadays she was working overtime and looked pale and worn out.
\nThe days passed and soon it was Christmas Eve. But nothing lovely was being cooked in Ann’s house. Every child went to bed eagerly waiting for the lovely gifts that he or she would receive the next day. Ann went to bed with a heavy heart. She knew that there would be no gifts for her.
\nAnn wished with her whole heart that at least this time she would get a gift from Santa Claus. Ann slowly drifted off to sleep.
\nRing…Ring…Ann jumped, hearing alarm.
\nShe suddenly remembered that it was Christmas day. Without much hope she looked if there were any gifts for her. Wonder of wonders! There lay a beautiful packet tied with a red ribbon.
\nParagraph 1 Ann excitedly opened the package.
\nParagraph 2 Ann felt that there was something familiar about this note.
\n1 \u7cbe\u8bfb\u6587\u7ae0
\n\u6839\u636e\u6587\u7ae0\u5185\u5bb9\uff0c\u6211\u4eec\u53ef\u4ee5\u753b\u51fa\u5173\u952e\u53e5\uff1aAnn wished she could get a new dress with frills and lace as a wonderful Christmas gift……But Ann did not want to ask her Mom for a new one. She knew how hard her mom worked to make both ends meet…… She neither had rich parents nor rich aunt & uncle to give her expensive gifts. It was not just a gift that worried Ann. It was her mother. Nowadays she was working overtime and looked pale and worn out……Wonder of wonders! There lay a beautiful packet tied with a red ribbon. \u6839\u636e\u6587\u7ae0\u5185\u5bb9\u5206\u6790\u672c\u6587\u516d\u8981\u7d20\u5305\u542b
\nwho: Ann and her mother
\nwhen: Christmas
\nwhere: at home
\nwhat: Ann wanted a new dress as a Christmas gift
\nhow: how can Ann’s Christmas wish be realized
\nwhy: Her family was poor and she has no rich parents nor rich relatives
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\n2.\u8bbe\u8ba1\u60c5\u8282
\n\u7406\u89e3\u6545\u4e8b\u5185\u5bb9\u540e\uff0c\u7814\u8bfb\u7eed\u5199\u90e8\u5206\u7ed9\u51fa\u7684\u6bb5\u9996\u53e5\uff0c\u63a8\u65ad\u7b2c\u4e00\u6bb5\u7eed\u5199\u5185\u5bb9\u5e94\u8be5\u5305\u62ec\uff1a\uff081\uff09Ann\u53d1\u73b0\u793c\u7269\u6b63\u662f\u5979\u5fc3\u5fc3\u5ff5\u5ff5\u7684\u88d9\u5b50\uff082\uff09\u4e0d\u77e5\u9053\u662f\u8c01\u9001\u7684\uff083\uff09\u53d1\u73b0\u5b57\u6761\u3002\u7b2c\u4e8c\u6bb5\u5185\u5bb9\uff1a\uff081\uff09\u610f\u8bc6\u5230\u662f\u6bcd\u4eb2\u9001\u7684\uff082\uff09\u611f\u52a8\u611f\u6fc0\u3002
\n3.\u5206\u914d\u7ec6\u8282
\n\u6839\u636e\u7b2c\u4e8c\u6b65\u8bbe\u8ba1\u7684\u60c5\u8282\uff0c\u8003\u8651\u6bcf\u4e2a\u60c5\u8282\u53ef\u4ee5\u4f7f\u7528\u54ea\u4e9b\u7ec6\u8282\u63cf\u5199\u3002\u7b2c\u4e00\u6bb5\uff081\uff09\u88d9\u5b50\u7ec6\u8282\u63cf\u5199\uff1bAnn\u770b\u5230\u88d9\u5b50\u65f6\u7684\u8868\u60c5\u3001\u52a8\u4f5c\u3001\u8bed\u8a00\u548c\u5fc3\u7406\u63cf\u5199\u3002\uff082\uff09\u4e0d\u77e5\u8c01\u9001\u7684\u793c\u7269\uff1aAnn\u7684\u5fc3\u7406\u63cf\u5199\u3002\uff083\uff09\u53d1\u73b0\u5b57\u6761\uff1aAnn\u7684\u52a8\u4f5c\u63cf\u5199\u3002\u7b2c\u4e8c\u6bb5\uff081\uff09\u610f\u8bc6\u5230\u662f\u6bcd\u4eb2\u9001\u7684\uff1aAnn\u7684\u52a8\u4f5c\u3001\u8bed\u8a00\u63cf\u5199\u3002\uff082\uff09\u611f\u52a8\u611f\u6fc0\uff1aAnn\u7684\u52a8\u4f5c\u3001\u8868\u60c5\u3001\u5fc3\u7406\u63cf\u5199\u3002
\n4.\u8fde\u8bcd\u6210\u53e5
\n\u5206\u914d\u597d\u7ec6\u8282\u540e\uff0c\u5217\u51fa\u6bcf\u4e2a\u7ec6\u8282\u53ef\u4ee5\u4f7f\u7528\u7684\u77ed\u8bed\u548c\u53e5\u5f0f\u3002\u6bd4\u5982\u8bf4Ann\u770b\u5230\u88d9\u5b50\u65f6\u7684\u60ca\u559c\uff1arub one’s eyes; with some reluctance; stretch out one’s hands; bury one’s face in; smooth and soft;\u53d1\u73b0\u5b57\u6761\u65f6\u7684\u5fc3\u7406\u548c\u52a8\u4f5c\uff1aat a loss; burning with curiosity; fall onto the ground; \u5bf9\u5988\u5988\u5fc3\u5b58\u611f\u6fc0\uff1amake sacrifices for; mixed feelings; be determined to do; a radiant smile on one’s face; be grateful for; be blessed with\u7b49\u7b49\u3002\u5217\u51fa\u8fd9\u4e9b\u77ed\u8bed\u540e\uff0c\u5c1d\u8bd5\u628a\u5b83\u4eec\u8fde\u6210\u53e5\u5b50\uff0c\u6ce8\u610f\u53e5\u5b50\u4e4b\u95f4\u7684\u8854\u63a5\u8981\u81ea\u7136\u3002
\nAnn excitedly opened the package. It was the white dress she had always wished for, with embroidered frills and lace, elegant as hell. \u201cIs this really happening or am I still in my dream?\u201d she asked herself, rubbing her eyes again and again. With some reluctance, she stretched out her hands to touch the dress. It felt so smooth and soft that she even buried her face in it to feel the delicate fabric and smell the fresh scent. Suddenly, she realized that she was still at a loss as to who gave her this generous gift. Burning with curiosity, she began to search the box for possible clues. At that moment, a note fell onto the ground, reading: This is the gift for the best girl in the world.
\nAnn felt that there was something familiar about this note. As she scrutinized the cursive and neat handwriting, it suddenly dawned on her that the note was written by none other than her dear hardworking mom. \u201cNo wonder she\u2019s been working night shifts lately. She\u2019s doing it for me.\u201d murmured Anne. It was then that she truly understood the magnitude of love and the incredible sacrifices her mom made for her. With mixed feelings, she put on the dress and looked into the mirror. There stood a glamorous young lady, with a radiant smile on her face, grateful for all the love and care she was blessed with, determined to be the best daughter she could ever be. <\/p>\n

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\n1. \u60c5\u8282\u5927\u9006\u8f6c
\n\u201cMommy, don’t go,\u201d my three-year-old son screamed as I walked to the door. My fifteen-year-old leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms folded across his chest, not screaming, but glaring at me as I pulled his little brother off my leg.
\n\u201cAre you mad at me too?\u201d
\n\u201cYou spend all your time taking care of other people’s kids, but what about us?\u201d Dylan left angrily.
\nI was shocked and a little hurt. How could my own child not understand that the work I was doing was saving live? Then the answer hit me. He didn’t know because he had never seen what Healing the Children actually did. Dylan had heard the sores of sick children, but had never once looked into the eyes of a child and understood the hard truth-that without our help, the child would likely die.
\n\u201cGet dressed. You are going with me.\u201d I said.
\nI spend the drive explaining the case of Hector to my son, who pretended to ignore me the entire time. \u201cHe’s seven, only weighs thirty pounds and is very sick. He has a heart condition called Tetralogy of Fallot, which could kill him. It is a miracle(\u5947\u8ff9) that he is still alive. \u201d
\nI went on to explain that it took a team of volunteer medical staff to get Hector to the hospital from his remote village and care for him while he was there. Still, Dylan seemed unimpressed.
\nWe stopped at a convenience store for water and snacks. Dylan had one large and one small Slurpee (\u601d\u4e50\u51b0\u996e\u6599). He said the small one was for Hector. I doubted whether the little guy would be able to drink it, but remained silent. This was the first interest Dylan had shown in being there. I wasn’t about to ruin it.
\nI stopped at the nurse’s station to check on Hector’s progress while Dylan went to his room. Our patient was recovering physically\uff0cbut the nurse was concerned that Hector was struggling emotionally. She said \u201cKids usually bounce back fast, but he hardly speaks and never smiles.\u201d
\nPara one: Imagine my surprise when I heard laughter from Hector’s room.
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\nPara two: On the way home that night, Dylan asked me several times whether Hector would be okay.
\nPara one: Imagine my surprise when I heard laughter from Hector’s room. I couldn’t believe my ears. It was another miracle! I walked into his room and saw Dylan gave Hector the small Slurpee. Hector was very happy as he never tasted something delicious like that before. However, he suddenly stopped laughing. It seemed that he had a heart attack. And we rushed him into the emergency room.
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\nThe sun was just beginning to rise in the east when Daryl climbed into the driver’s seat of his truck. He was going to make it to Los Angeles before midnight. He started the engine and got onto the highway.
\nSuddenly, Daryl saw a large lump(\u80bf\u5757) in the middle of the road. Daryl’s instinct had told him to stop. He stepped rapidly on his brakes. As he got closer, he found that this lump was a person. Daryl got out of his truck and slowly approached. There was no blood and the fiture was lying in the middle of the road under a blanket. Now he could see that it was a girl. Her skin was very pale and she looked absolutely worn olut.
\n“Hey,” said Daryl. Then, “Hey!” more loudly. The girl moved but didn’t open her eyes. Daryl moved her to the side of the road. At least she wouldn’t be run over there. Now she was someone else’s problem. He climbed back in his truck and drove down the road.
\nJust one glace in the rear-view mirror and Daryl saw the girl still lying there. He knew that he couldn’t leave her like that. He pulled the truck over again and carried her to the truck. The girl briefly opened her eyes.
\n“What’s your name?” Daryl asked. The girl looked at him, silent. She closed her eyes again and Daryl climbed into the driver’s seat. He stopped at the next city, an hour later, and went downtown to the police station. A middle-aged policewoman sat behind the main desk.
\n“I’ve got a missing girl,” Daryl said. “In my truck. I don’t know what to do with her.”
\nOfficer Rodriguez came with Daryl and helped him bring the girl inside. The girl still wasn’t speaking.
\n“Well,” Daryl said, “I need to hit the road. I have a shipment due in Los Angeles tonight. I was behind the my boss wasn’t going to be happy.”
\n“Wait, Sir, you can’t leave,” said Officer Rodriguez. “We need you to give a statement about how you found the girl.”
\nParagraph 1:By the time Daryl finished giving his statement, it was mid-afternoon.
\nParagraph 2: As Daryl climbed back into the truck, his cell phone rang.
\nAs Daryl climbed back into the truck, his cell phone rang. He answered the phone and said, “This is Daryl speaking. Who is it?” ” This is the police station. I’m going to tell you good news. The girl has woken up. Now she wants to see you, can you come back here?” “Could you ask her to wait for some time? I’m in Los Angles.” “Okay.”…….
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\nOn the way home that night, Dylan asked me several times whether Hector would be okay. There were no more moans and groans about my job, only concerns and compassion for Hector. Still talking relentlessly about Hector, Dylan totally forgot what he said at home. It took him a visit to the hospital to truly understand the meaning of my job and the suffering of others. “So you don’t mind me taking care of other people’s kids now?” Sensing my teasing, he replied, “Only if you promise to take me to the hospital every day.” \u6700\u540e\u4e24\u53e5\u6bcd\u5b50\u5bf9\u8bdd\u4e2d\uff0c\u6bcd\u4eb2\u4ee5\u9017\u5f04\u7684\u53e3\u543b\u8ddf\u5b69\u5b50\u5f00\u73a9\u7b11\uff0c\u6bcd\u4eb2\u7684\u8bed\u8a00\u6b63\u597d\u70b9\u660e\u4e86\u6545\u4e8b\u7684\u51b2\u7a81\u3002\u5b69\u5b50\u7684\u56de\u7b54\u4e5f\u5f88\u5de7\u5999\uff0c\u4f53\u73b0\u51fa\u5b69\u5b50\u6001\u5ea6\u7684\u8f6c\u53d8\u548c\u5bf9\u6bcd\u4eb2\u5de5\u4f5c\u7684\u7406\u89e3\u3002\u800c\u4e24\u8005\u5f00\u73a9\u7b11\u4f3c\u7684\u5bf9\u8bdd\u540c\u65f6\u4e5f\u6697\u793a\u4e86\u6bcd\u5b50\u4eb2\u5bc6\u53cb\u597d\u7684\u5173\u7cfb\u3002<\/p>\n

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\nLast Sunday morning, Michael had hardly got up when he received a phone call from his aunt.
\n\u201cHi\uff0cMichael, are you available today?\u201dasked his aunt over the phone.
\nMichael knew why she was calling. His uncle was on a business trip abroad. His aunt had to look after her 5-year-old daughter Alice on her own. He thought she must need some help.
\n“Yes, I don’t have any plans for today,” Michael responded.
\n“That’s great! Could you come over today? I need to visit a friend at the hospital today. I don’t want to take Alice there. Could you help take care of her today?” said his aunt.
\n“Of course I can. I’ll come over soon,” said Michael.
\nMichael loves spending time with little kids and he is good with them, so he often helps others look after their kids. However, his aunt hadn’t asked him for a favor before. It was the first time that he had been asked to take care of Alice.
\nWhen Michael got there, his aunt was already ready to go out. Before she left home, she told him to keep a close eye on Alice.
\n“Just don’t let her do anything dangerous,” she said.
\nAfter his aunt left, Michael and Alice were staying in the big house. Of course, it was boring. Then Michael spotted a little red bike in the room.
\n“Alice, do you know how to ride a bike?” Michael asked.
\nAlice shook her head, saying, “No. My mom doesn’t teach me to ride it. She is worried that I might get hurt.”
\nMichael didn’t agree with it. He learned to ride a bike when he was just three years old. Now he finally understood why his aunt asked him to keep a close eye on Alice. It was obvious that his aunt was a typical helicopter mother, who kept watching everything her kid did.
\nMichael, as a high school student, of course knew that children who were brought up by helicopter mothers could end up having many problems.
\nPara1 Then Michael had an idea.
\nPara2 When Michael’s aunt returned, she saw Alice riding a bike in the yard. <\/p>\n

\u4f8b1 Michael said, “It’s important to constantly ask yourself whose life it is and realize that it is your daughter’s life, not yours. You should let her be more independent.”
\n\u4f8b2 Michael said, “Please forgive my rudeness. Your so-called protection is not protecting Alice. Children need to explore the world and try new things. They may get hurt, but they can learn a lot from injuries and difficulties. ” Hearing his words, his aunt realized it was her fault and apologized to Michael. Since then, his aunt gave Alice more space to try something new.
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\nWhen Michael’s aunt returned, she saw Alice riding a bike in the yard<\/strong>. ” I just told you to do one thing and you failed,” she snapped at Michael, with mounting fury burning in her chest. But before Michael could say a single word, the cheerful laughter and jolly spirits of Alice filled the yard, which were so contagious that the tension between Michael and his aunt disappeared into thin air completely. Seeing Alice riding with much delight, she murmured, ” Maybe things are not that dangerous after all.”
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\nThe class was nearly over. There weren\u2019t any clouds in the sky. The sun was scorching. The weather was hot. I wanted to go back home because the delicious watermelon was waiting for me. When I came back home, I found my brother had eaten my watermelon. My face was flushed with anger. I shouted to him. He was scared and went to find mother. Soon my brother came and she criticized brother and me at the same time and bought a watermelon for me as compensation. Finally, I made up with brother. <\/p>\n

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\nPumpkin(\u5357\u74dc) carving at Halloween is a family tradition. We visit a local farm every October. In the pumpkin field, I compete with my three brothers and sister to seek out the biggest pumpkin. My dad has a rule that we have to carry our pumpkins back home, and as the eldest child I have an advantage\u2014I carried an 85-pounder back last year.
\nThis year, it was hard to tell whether my prize or the one chose by my 14-year-old brother, Jason, was the winner. Unfortunately we forgot to weigh them before taking out their insides, but I was determined to prove my points. All of us were hard at work at the kitchen table, with my mom filming the annual event. I\u2019m unsure now why I thought forcing my head inside the pumpkin would settle the matter, but it seemed to make perfect sense at the time.
\nWith the pumpkin resting on the table, hole uppermost, I bent over and pressed my head against the opening. At first I got jammed just above my eyes and then, as I went on with my task, unwilling to quit, my nose briefly prevented entry. Finally I managed to put my whole head into it, like a cork(\u8f6f\u6728\u585e) forced into a bottle. I was able to straighten up with the huge pumpkin resting on my shoulders.
\nMy excitement was short-lived. The pumpkin was heavy. \u201cI\u2019m going to set it down, now,\u201d I said, and with Jason helping to support its weight, I bent back over the table to give it somewhere to rest. It was only when I tried to remove my head that I realized getting out was going to be less straightforward than getting in. When I pulled hard, my nose got in the way. I got into a panic as I pressed firmly against the table and moved my head around trying to find the right angle, but it was no use. \u201cI can\u2019t get it out!\u201d I shouted, my voice sounding unnaturally loud in the enclosed space.
\nParagraph 1 I was stuck for five or six minutes though it felt much longer.
\nParagraph 2 That video was posted the day before Halloween.<\/p>\n

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\nParagraph 1<\/strong> I was stuck for five or six minutes though it felt much longer. As I was cursing myself for being such a dumb ass, my father came into the kitchen, crying out, “Holy crap! What have you done to yourself?” And the whole kitchen burst into a roar of laughter. After having a real good laugh, they seemed to finally realize that I might need a little bit help. Stuck in the pumpkin, I could feel they were trying very hard….not to laugh, pounding, pulling and knocking busily at the same time. Thanks to my family, I got out of the pumpkin. Breathing the air of freedom, I was astonished to find that my dearest mom had been videoing all along. I had a very bad feeling.
\nParagraph 2<\/strong> That video was posted the day before Halloween. Though I had desperately begged mom not to, even offering her 20 dollars, she firmly refused, saying that she’s a woman of principle. I kind of respected her for that. With 3 million views, the video went viral, and I became an instant hit overnight. From then on, I was frequently greeted by strangers on the streets, in the church, at the supermarket, or even in the school bathroom. And that’s how I earned myself a nickname “pumpkin boy.” After all these years, I no longer feel bothered or embarrassed. I am the legend of the family after all.
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