"Mummy,I don't like you," my three﹣year﹣old daughter said.
"Okay…is that because you love me?" I asked.
"No,you're not lovely."
That night,as I washed my face,I looked for a little longer time in the mirror — not because I was hurt by my daughter's1 ,but because I noticed there was no light in my eyes.
I took out a pen and started writing a list — a list to2 myself;a list to put sparkles back into my eyes.I once made many lists but seldom completed anything.This time would be3 !
The first goal on my list I wanted to achieve was joining a Polar Plunge (极地冬泳) to raise money for the Special Olympics.On that day,when I4 on my 1980s workout clothes,Jenny smiled,"Mummy,just maybe some light came back to my eyes.
When coming out of the cold lake,I felt happy and proud. I kept screaming, "I5
it!" But one of the most exciting parts of the day was when I stood in front of my6 ,which was taped on the refrigerator door.I crossed item number one.With that,I began to take back my life.
Everyone taking part in the Polar Plunge received a shirt. Whenever I wore it,Jenny asked, "Is that your Polar Plunge clothing?" I answered proudly, " Yes!" " I was happy she remembered I jumped into a 7 lake, and that she wanted to do activities with me.
With each goal8 off the list,piece of myself is returning. Not only am I showing my family it's important to dream,but I'm showing myself that I'm worth it.