My four-year-old daughter, Cindy, finds a small freckle （斑点） on her left hand. She doesn't like it and wants to clean it off.
Then I say to her, "Oh dear, that's a beautiful mark （记号）. Don't clean it off.
She takes another look at it and says. "It's not a beautiful mark. I want it off, "she is so sad.
"Each of us has special marks, dear. We can see some of them, but others are invisible. "
"What kind of mark is invisible?" she asked.
"Well. . . the mark of kindness, the mark of a loving heart. . . They are special marks and we can't see them. "
"Why can't all my marks be invisible? Then I cannot see my freckle." she asks sadly.
"Oh, dear, then it will be so bad! You see, you have these marks — the color of your eyes, the shape （形状） of your nose, the smile on your face and the small freckle on your hand. We can see them, right? They are special, too! If they are all invisible, then we don't know who you are. Only the special marks, inside and outside, can make the only beautiful you!"
I don't know if she can really understand me, but she stops crying.
In the afternoon, Cindy runs to her father happily and asks, "I have a beauty mark. Want to see it? "
"Sure!" Her father smiles.
"I didn't like it this morning, but now I do. " she says.
