Gift: Present and Old Wood Box

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My favourite gift
To everyone who sits here today, you must have received many gifts in the past 18 years. So what is your favourite gift? A beautiful diamond necklace or the best available Iphone? But to me ,my favourite gift is an old wood box. And I firmly believe that I will never receive a more precious and better gift than it. Just as every teenager, I always want toget something expensive and exceptional as my birthday gift, especially the present for my eighteenth birthday. So when my parents took an old wood box to me , smiled and said, “ My dear dughter, happy birthday. Here is your gift. ”My hope and eagerness went up in smoke immediately. Depression and dissatifaction replaced the happiness and jolliness in an instant. How could that ugly box be my birthday gift to a teenage girl. I opened it reluctantly when my parents stared at me warmly and cordially. Maybe just at that second, tears welled up in my eyes. It is a box of memory.My first pair of shoes which once took the first step in my life; My first doll which once accompanied a little girl day and night;My first testpaper with full marks which once give me endless and tremendous confidence. In the box, there are so many firsts that made difference to me. At that moment, my feeling was just beyond the pale words. Tears of happiness were like a thread poured down my cheek. My father patted me on the shoulder,“Dear daughter, now you will become a college girl. Maybe you will be far away from home.So we hope this box will remind you of these laughter and tears. And we want you always remember that if we could have picked, we would have picked you again.” In fact, what the box contains are not those odds and ends of personal treasures but love. Their love is silent but come along with me
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