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　　When I was a little girl, every Sunday my family of six would put on our best clothes and go to Sunday School and then church．The 　　1　　 in elementary school would all meet together to sing songs, and then later divide into 　　2　　 based on their ages．

　　One Easter Sunday, all the kids 　　3　　 with big eyes and big 　　4　　 about what the Easter Bunny(复活节小兔)had brought．　　5　　 all of the kids shared their stories with 　　6　　, one young boy , whom I shall call Bobby, sat 　　7　　．One of the teachers , noticing this, said to him, “And what did the Easter Bunny 　　8　　 you?”He replied, “My mom 　　9　　 the door by accident so the Easter Bunny couldn't get 　　10　　 because he hadn't got a key．”

　　This sounded like a 　　11　　 idea to all of us kids, so we kept on going with the stories．My mom knew the true story, 　　12　　．Bobby's mom was a single parent , and she suspected(怀疑)that they just couldn't 　　13　　 the Easter Bunny．

　　After Sunday School was over, everyone went off to 　　14　　．But my mom announced that we were going home 　　15　　．At home, she explained that to make Bobby feel 　　16　　, we were going to pretend(假装)to be the Easter Bunny , make a basket of our candies for him and 　　17　　 it at church．We all donated(捐赠)some to the basket, and 　　18　　 back to church．There, mom hung the basket over the hanger(挂钩)and attached(附上)a(n)　　19　　：

Dear Bobby,

　　I'm sorry I 　　20　　 your house last night．Happy Easter．

Love

The Easter Bunny

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　　One day, many years ago, when I was working as a psychologist(心理学家) at a children's institution in England, an adolescent boy showed up in the waiting room．I went out there where he was 　　1　　 up and down restlessly(烦躁地)．

　　Tim wore a black raincoat 　　2　　 was buttoned all the way up to his neck(脖子)．His face was pale, and he stared at his feet while wringing(扭)his hands nervously(紧张地)．He had 　　3　　 his father as a baby, and had lived with his mother and grandfather ever since．But the year before he turned 13, his grandfather and mother were killed in a car accident．

　　I looked at Tim．He was very 　　4　　 and in low spirits．He 　　5　　 to talk to me．The first two times we 　　6　　, Tim only sat hunched up(蜷缩)in the chair without saying a word．As he was about to leave after the second visit, I put my hand on his shoulder．He didn't draw back, but he didn't look at me either．

　　"Come back next week, if you like, " I said．I 　　7　　 a bit．Then I said, "I know it hurts．"

　　He came, and I 　　8　　 we play chess．He nodded．After that we played chess every Wednesday afternoon-in 　　9　　 and without making any eye contact．It's not easy for me to 　　10　　 in chess, but I admit that I made sure Tim won once or twice．

　　Usually, he arrived earlier, took the chessboard and pieces and set them up before I even got a(n)　　11　　 to sit down．It seemed as if he enjoyed my 　　12　　．But why did he 　　13　　 look at me?

　　"Perhaps he simply needs someone to share his 　　14　　．" I thought．

　　One afternoon, Tim took off his raincoat and put it on the back of the chair．While he was setting up the chess pieces, his face seemed more 　　15　　 and his motions more lively．

　　Some months later, I sat staring at Tim's head, 　　16　　 he was bent over the chessboard．I was thinking about how little we knew about the healing(治疗)process 　　17　　, he looked up at me．"It's your 　　18　　," he said．

　　After that day, Tim started talking．

　　Maybe I gave Tim something, but I learned a lot from him．He showed me how one without any words can 　　19　　 out to another person．All it 　　20　　 is a hug, a shoulder to cry on, a friendly touch, a sympathetic nature and an ear that listens．