When I was eight, a gentleman came to my orphanage (孤儿院) and taught us how to do working projects.
I remember my first project — a small 1 .I was so 2 of it that I looked upon it as if I had created a wonder. It was absolutely beautiful and it had taken me six weeks to 3 it. I could hardly wait to give it to Mother Winters as a 4 . She was the head mistress of our orphanage, who was always 5 with us.
As the table was not dry from the coating, the man told us to wait a few days before taking it to our donnitory. But I was just so 6 and happy that I couldn't wait. I 7 out like a flash, carrying the table, smiling from car to car.
When I reached the dormitory I placed the little table beside my bed. I was 8 it when Mother Winters entered. She walked over to the table. Running her hand _ 9 it, she noticed that it was still wet.
