I grew up in a big family---five brothers, three sisters and I ----with just enough of all the right part to make a childhood well remembered. It was a very strict upbringing.
On the first day of my second grade, my father asked me if I could read well. “Yes, I can,” I said. So he gave me a hand-draw map with street names and directions on how to walk to school. The school was three miles away, and I had never been there by myself.
He handed me the map and my lunch box and said, “Don’t stop and don’t turn back.” I was standing, scared, but he kissed me goodbye and sent me out of the door. On my way to school, I couldn’t help crying, but I continued to walk. I didn’t know how long it would take me to get there, or how many fearful and anxious moments I would have, but I do remember forever how I felt when I came around the last corner, and saw my school.
My heart was filled with relief and joy. I made it! I wished I could tell my father right then that I had make it. When he got home, he said to me, “Hi, did you have fun?” I murmured, “yes.” and waited for him to ask what had happened, but he never did.
Years later, I finally got the courage to ask him why he did that and why he didn’t care about what had happened. He just looked at me for a few minutes and then said, “I didn’t have to ask you, because I knew. I followed you the whole way. I saw you jump up and down at the last street corner. I felt what you felt.” Then I understood and cried.
(2) Which of the following statements is TRUE on the first day of the author’s second grade?