She was a student at a secondary school. The school was across the street from my house. Every day， I w her play basketball after school from my house. She played very well，b than any one of her classmate. And she never stopped. She practised over and over again， sometimes u dark.
One day， I asked her， "Why do you practise so hard? You are playing very well."
"That's b．I want to play in the city basketball team，" She looked d into my eyes and said. "But I'm still not good enough. I must work hard." I was moved by her great c.
Another day， I saw her crying on the grass，i of playing basketball. I walked across the street and sat down by her side.
"Why are you crying， girl?" I asked.
"The c of the city basketball team told me I couldn't go on playing basketball because I was too short."
But some days later I saw her playing basketball again， practising e harder than before. I was curious and asked her the reason.
"My father told me if my dis big enough， nothing can stop me."
I was moved again.
