I work as a volunteer for an organization that helps the poor in Haiti. Recently I took my son Barrett there for a week, hoping to 1 him.
Before setting out, I told Barrett this trip would be tiring and 2 . For the first
two days, he said almost nothing. I worried the trip was too 3 for a 17-year-old.
Then, on day three, as we were 4 over high rocky mountains, he turned to me and
grinned(咧嘴笑), “Pretty hard.”
After that there was no turning back. A five-year-old girl, wearing a dress several sizes 5 large and broken shoes, followed Barrett around, mesmerized( 着 迷 ). He
couldn’t stop 6 . Later he said 7 . “I wish I could speak French.” I was 8
-this from a boy who 9 and fought against French classes throughout school.