My nanny（保姆）Auntie Zeny lived with my family in our apartment in Hong Kong. She1me from the time I was born until I was 15. My parents were so 2that they needed someone to tend me. She was from the Philippines.
In the hours before my parents came home from work, Auntie Zeny would cook the food and listen to me3about classmates, friends and homework. As she 4her way through the vegetables she knew I liked, she would give me 5.
The rare times I saw her acts of 6 for her faraway children were during our monthly7to a Western Union branch-where Auntie Zeny stood in line, chequebook in hand-or whenever I watched her 8a shipping box overstuffed with soaps, snacks and other sundries（杂物）to send home. As a kid, I was 9about what she was doing, but it was only years later that I 10how significant these moments were for her.
Even after leaving Hong Kong in 2015 to attend high school in the United States, I still found myself 11about Auntie Zeny. I knew I was on her mind, too-she 12sending me birthday wishes. Auntie Zeny tended to 13love unconditionally.
My parents 14send Auntie Zeny a sum of money. For years I thought it was simply a way to 15 her for all those hours she spent cooking and cleaning. But as I grew 16, I began to understand why my parents 17a deep sense of gratitude for her 18on my emotional and moral development. Indeed, the most valuable19 Auntie Zeny taught me was the one she taught by example: To 20that great things are done in small acts.
