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【英文原文】
“What are you busy with yourself, Mother?” the girl of less than six years old asked her mother curiously.
“Making dinner for the neighbor’s aunt.”
“Why?”
“Because the other day the aunt lost her dear daughter and is so sad now. We must take good care of her these days.”
“Why need our care?’
“Because from then on the aunt cannot do what they liked to along with her daughter. She is very pitiful. In her distress, making dinners and doing chores are also becoming so difficult. My dear, can you help Mother hit an idea to help the aunt in other ways?”
At her mother’s proposal, the girl thought for a long while. All of a sudden, she went to the neighbor and knocked at the door.
The neighbor with a look of haggardness and tiredness opened the door.
“What can I do for you?” asked the neighbor.
“I heard my mother say you’re very distressed for losing your daughter…” The girl timidly handed the band-aid tightly held in her hand to the neighbor.
The neighbor suddenly choked with sobs, her tears gushing from her eyes. She hugged the girl and said, “Thank you. This band-aid will cure my wound.”
