4.
"Paul must have been trying to carry his waste paper to garbage can and dropped a few pieces."I
(1) ,picking them up.
(2) later I found more pieces.No quiet sighing this time.I
(3) ,"Who is throwing garbage?"No answer.Instead,I saw more bits of paper silently floating
(4) from upstairs.Looking up,I saw my seven-year-old son,Paul.
"Stop making a mess.""It"s not a mess.They"re
(5) .""Sorry,what did you say?"I hadn"t heard him clearly.
He didn"t answer me.Paul has autism(自闭症)and
(6) answers a question,especially when he"s
(7) attentively on something else.He ran down the stairs."Where are my other butterflies?"he asked,
(8) around.Every time Paul
(9) five or more words together,my heart says a
(10) of thanks.But lately he seems to
(11) that the benefits of forming complete sentences when communicating are
(12) of the effort.
Butterflies.Of course.I rushed to
(13) them from the garbage,
(14) them off and handed them to my young artist."Want to see them
(15) again?"he asked with a shy smile."Oh yes!They"re beautiful."I whispered.He ran back upstairs to float his
(16) down again.They really did look like beautiful butterflies.
That day Paul
(17) me to look up at
(18) instead of down at garbage.How many other masterpieces do I miss because I"m too caught up in my
(19) to take time to appreciate what"s right in front of me?Life is not what happens to us.It"s
(20) we look at it.Now,I look up.