完形填空As a writer, I ever volunteered as a "Reading Mum" in a primary school. A boy called Ronny attracted my attention. He 1 every other kid in the first-grade classroom but he was different — he had a speech problem. Every time it was Ronny's turn to 2 he sat very close to me and opened the book as if he was opening a box of treasure. I watched his fingers move 3 under each letter as he tried his best to speak. If he read a word with a 4 pronunciation successfully, the biggest smile would spread across his face. After several days, Ronny made great progress, although he was still 5 the level of his grade. A few weeks before the school year ended, I 6 Ronny a book — one of those Little Golden Books that only cost $5. He was so surprised at my gift that tears ran down 7 face. A few days later, I 8 Ronny on a chair near the playground, the book open in his lap. His teacher said, "9 you gave the book to him. he read it every day. Do you know that's his 10 book he's ever actually owned?"Hearing that, I felt so 11 . I walked towards Ronny and asked, "Will you read me your book, Ronny?" He 12 . And then, for the next few minutes, he read to me more clearly than I'd ever thought. When he finished reading, Ronny closed his book and said with a great 13 , "Good book!" What a powerful contribution the 14 of that Little Golden Book had made to the life of a disabled child!At that moment, I knew I should do 15 a writer should do — care enough to write a story that could change a child's life; care enough to make a difference.

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As a writer, I ever volunteered as a "Reading Mum" in a primary school. A boy called Ronny attracted my attention. He 1 every other kid in the first-grade classroom but he was different — he had a speech problem.

Every time it was Ronny's turn to 2 he sat very close to me and opened the book as if he was opening a box of treasure. I watched his fingers move 3 under each letter as he tried his best to speak. If he read a word with a 4 pronunciation successfully, the biggest smile would spread across his face. After several days, Ronny made great progress, although he was still 5 the level of his grade.

A few weeks before the school year ended, I 6 Ronny a book — one of those Little Golden Books that only cost $5. He was so surprised at my gift that tears ran down 7 face.

A few days later, I 8 Ronny on a chair near the playground, the book open in his lap. His teacher said, "9 you gave the book to him. he read it every day. Do you know that's his 10 book he's ever actually owned?"

Hearing that, I felt so 11 . I walked towards Ronny and asked, "Will you read me your book, Ronny?" He 12 .

And then, for the next few minutes, he read to me more clearly than I'd ever thought. When he finished reading, Ronny closed his book and said with a great 13 , "Good book!" What a powerful contribution the 14 of that Little Golden Book had made to the life of a disabled child!

At that moment, I knew I should do 15 a writer should do — care enough to write a story that could change a child's life; care enough to make a difference.

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