Once, when I wa a teenager, my father and I were tanding in line to buy ticket for the circu. Finally, there wa only one family between u and the ticket counter.
Thi family made a big impreion on me. There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. You could tell they didnt have a lot of money.
Their clothe were not expenive, but they were clean. The children were well-behaved, all of them tanding in line, two-by-two behind their parent, holding hand. They were excitedly jabbering about the clown, elephant, and other act they would ee that night.
One could ene they had never been to the circu before. It promied to be a highlight of their young live. The father and mother were at the head of the pack, tanding proud a could be.
The mother wa holding her huband hand, looking up at him a if to ay, Youre my knight in hining armor.
He wa miling and baking in pride, looking back at her a if to reply, You got that right.
The ticket lady aked the father how many ticket he wanted. He proudly reponded, Pleae let me buy eight children ticket and two adult ticket o I can take my family to the circu.
The ticket lady quoted the price. The man wife let go of hi hand, her head dropped, and hi lip began to quiver. The father leaned a little cloer and aked, How much did you ay?WWw.hAOZuowEn.com