This morning, my daughter, Helen, and I arrived at a town in Xi'an, China. We came to 1 my husband, James, who had landed a job. We had spent the past four years living in Hong Kong, China, after I 2 my job as a journalist in Sydney. When we saw James, he had never appeared so 3 . He happily kept sharing interesting things with us.
The next day, James was busy with his work. So Helen and I 4 the new town on our own. We were 5 about everything on the street. Crowds of people had a strong 6 to know about us, too. A girl asked Helen, "Where are you from?" Helen began to 7 with her, and soon they seemed to be friends. With curly hair and blue eyes, Helen stood out in the 8 and was very popular. People paid too much attention to us, but they meant 9 .
Walking around, I was 10 by the town. It was a typical Chinese town filled with traditional buildings and red lanterns lining the streets. With such a beautiful area right by our doorstep, I started to feel 11 about the future.
After Helen 12 an international school in Xi'an city, I had a chance to communicate with some parents of different colors during the school run. Before long we became familiar and close, and I made a few13 from all over the world. Regardless of (不管) 14 , we all shared the basic desire to be loved. After several years, our family 15 to Sydney, but I couldn't get China off my mind.
