Mr. Reynolds, my teacher, handed us a list of thoughts, and asked us to write a paper on one of those thoughts. I chose the1I wonder why things are the way they are.
I wrote down all the questions that puzzled me about2. I realized that many of them were 3to answer, and perhaps others could not be answered at all. When I handed in my paper, I was afraid that I might4because I did not answer the questions.
The next day, Mr. Reynolds handed me5and asked me to read it for the class.
The other students became6as I began to read my story：
Mum, why are the roses red? Why is the grass green and the sky blue? Why do I have to graduate(毕业)? Why do I have to 7? Why do I have to be called "Grandma" one day?…
Dad, why can't I8until 12：00 at night? Why do I miss my old friends? Why do I miss being at home? Why do you love me so much?…
Mum, Dad, why did you have to 9me? I need you.
At the end of my story, I looked at Mr. Reynolds, and I saw a tear10coming down his face. Then I realized that life is not built on the answers we receive but on the questions we ask.
