As time went by, many things were forgotten. However, I could1remember years back during my first day in the 5th grade. I transferred(转学) to a local school for boys. I was a new student then. Life was really2for my parents because of a higher schooling fee(费用).
At school, we were3to wear a white shirt with the school's sign on its left pocket that could be bought in the school shops. And at the top of this pocket should be worn a name tag(标签). This tag was sold at the school4, too. To5added cost, mom decided to make the tag herself by hand.
"This would do, and you can have a try." she said. "OK, Mom." I was not ready to wear it. I thought it was different. At school, boys looked at my tag and some6it. "Your helper sure did an ugly job." And another added. "How strange it is! At least it caught our7. I knew it. At first, I tried to cover it and forgot it. But at last I understood that it didn't matter if I was different from others who wore the machine- made tags.
I realized it should not stop me from doing my best8we have differences in the culture or economic(经济) situation. What is true is that Mom9much lime making it possible to give the best for me. I should be10of it. And I did. I wore this Mom-made tag for the rest of the school year.
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