Even though it was only October, my students were already whispering about Christmas plans. With each passing day, everyone became more 1 waiting for the final school bell. On its ringing, everyone would run for their coats and go home, everyone except David.
David was a small boy in ragged clothes. I had often 2 what kind of home life David had, and what kind of mother could send her son to school dressed so 3 for the cold winter months, without a coat, boots, or gloves. But something made David 4 . I can still remember he was always 5 a smile and willing to help. He always 6 after school to help with the cleaning. We never talked much. He would just smile and ask what else he could do, then thank me for letting him stay and slowly 7 home.
