"Mommy, I got something for you!" Cody ran1the door after school. His face wore the biggest smile ever. He waved something above his head. "It's a pen, But not2any pen. It's a lucky pen! He handed me the pen3, waiting for my reply.
I looked at the pen in my hand. There was4special about it. It looked just like any other pen in my drawer. At that moment, I didn't realize how special it was or5I would treasure (珍爱) it.
I had made the decision to be a writer, but I was afraid of being6by the publishers (出版社). The night before, I told my husband my fear when I didn't think Cody was listening. "What if nobody likes my writing and I fail?" But Cody did7what I said. Now he stood in front of me, watching me examine the pen. You don't have to be8now, he said. "This pen will make your9great and everyone will love them."
Tears filled my eyes. Even if I10sold the first book, I had everything I could ever need. And I felt11already, just by having Cody in my life, especially when I heard what he did to get it. At lunch, Cody heard an older boy talking about having a lucky pen. He decided to get it for me. The boy wouldn't agree but Cody didn't12. Finally, he traded his favorite model car and two army men his most important things for that pen, just to make13feel better.
I still have that pen,14it's long out of ink (墨水), in a cup on my desk. When a refusal letter arrives and I start feeling15, I look at it and remember just how lucky I am. So I value (重视) that pen. It's Cody who I treasure most in my life.
