“Hello, Mr Li,” I said sweetly. “I came to ask if I could help paint the posters for the Reading Day. I don’t mind ___1___for the whole day at the library tomorrow.”

“Aren’t you going to the old people’s home?” Mr Li asked

“My class is going. But I could have a/an ___2___ if you need my help.”

“Thanks, Janet. But I think you could come after school tomorrow.”

___3___, there was no way out. I had to go.

The next day, when my classmates were talking with the old people, I really felt nervous to ___4___ any of them. I sat there on my own holding the card I made the night before.

Across the room there was an old lady in a wheelchair. She was ___5___, too. Maybe I could hand my card to her. It might brighten her day. So carefully, I went to her.

“Thank you, Janet.” The old lady reached for the card but her hand was nowhere near it. I suddenly realized that she was ___6___ .

“What does your card look like?” The old lady asked. I ___7___ my card patiently. Her fingers touched every inch of it. She couldn’t enjoy more…

Too soon, it was time to return. But I didn’t want to ___8___ .

“Thanks for your coming, Janet! I’ll keep this card to remember you.”

“I’m sorry you can’t see it. I wished I had brought you a better gift,” I said

“The best gift,” the old lady said, “was your ___9___ , Janet.”

With tears, I felt light and warm. I couldn’t wait to come back to see my new ___10___ again.