It was Cardiff School's Thankyou Day. Mrs. Klein told her first graders to draw a picture of something for which they were1 . She knew these little children lived in a poor neighborhood. She thought most of the class would2 dishes or clothes.
What drew Mrs. Klein's attention was Douglas's picture. When the class went outside for a break, Douglas was always alone and liked to stay in the classroom. Douglas's drawing was simply this: a3 .
But whose?
The class started to discuss his image."I think it must belong to (属于) a4 ,"said Eric, "because they grow food for all of us."
"It looks more like a policeman's hand, and they protect us."
"I think," said Cindy, who was always so serious, "that it should be all the hands that5 us, but Douglas could only draw one of them."
Finding the class having a heated discussion, Mrs. Klein was in6 . She almost forgot Douglas. When she had the others at work on another project, she bent over Douglas's desk and asked him whose hand it was.
Douglas said in a low voice, "It's yours, Mrs. Klein."
Then Mrs. Klein remembered that she7 Douglas by the hand to the playground from time to time. She often did that with the children, but she didn't know it meant so much to Douglas.
At that moment, she realized that the8 thing is not what other people give us, but the small ways that we give something to others. This was her Thank you Day, and everybody's Thank you Day.
