I know my brother better than anyone else in the world．Since the moment of his birth, I've been part of his life．I had spent seven 　　1　　 years in the world with the attention of those around me．But when Rohan was born, life 　　2　　 Suddenly I had to 　　3　　 my toys and there were no more bedtime stories or my own choice of food．

　　Finally, I felt my 　　4　　 at my brother．The poor baby had no idea what had made me so unhappy．Maybe he found me strange, the only person in this house 　　5　　 did not like him．Whatever the reason was, he loved 　　6　　 me around．However, I seldom talked to him and 　　7　　 asked him to leave me alone．

　　Then all that changed．I hardly remember everything of that day six years ago, 　　8　　 I do remember that I was feeling very angry．Somehow my feet led me to my brother's bed．My hand, completely 　　9　　 from my mind, reached through the bars(护栏^)．At once, he reached his small hand and softly touched 　　10　　 And that was all I needed．Through all the unhappiness of the day, that one moment changed 　　11　　 How could I hate someone who made me feel so important?For the 　　12　　 time, I saw my brother, not through the eyes of a child who was no longer favored(宠爱), but through the eyes of a 　　13　　 o this day, I can't imagine life 　　14　　 my brother．It is unbelievable how much I have 　　15　　 about life from a seven-year-old boy．Above all, Rohan has taught me that one should not care only for himself．

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　　Each morning, I walked past a security guard(保安)。He 　　1　　 everyone that walked by him．I 　　2　　 how he knew so many people by their first names．The first few times I saw him．I didn’t say hello back to him 　　3　　 he greeted me．I was lost in my own world．On Monday he asked,“How was your 　　4　　?”I told him about my visit to my sick, elderly mother．He told me how 　　5　　 he was for my mother’s sickness．As I walked away, I realized I did not even know his 　　6　　．The following day, I asked,“What’s your name?”He answered,“Gary．”I said,“I’m Deborah．”After that, we talked a couple of times a week．We 　　7　　 stories about our weekends, our dreams, and our families．Gary got offered a new job and moved 　　8　　．It has been years since I last spoke to him, yet the memory feels like yesterday．

　　I look back at what became a friendship of sharing stories from the heart．When you say 　　9　　 to a stranger(陌生人)you become a pebble(鹅卵石)thrown into a lake．With each ripple(涟漪)you create, you spread 　　10　　 that continues to give．

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