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星期一的早晨，我送女儿上学。看着光头的Sindu向着教室走去别有一番味道。“先生，您女儿真的是很了不起！一位女士从车里走出来，接着说道：“和您女儿一起走着的光头男孩是我儿子，叫Harish。他得了…白血病。Sinduja上周来看望了他，并且向他许诺她会处理同学们嘲笑他这件事。但是我万万没想到她会因为我儿子而牺牲掉自己漂亮的头发。 My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food? I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear'. Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?' 'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu, dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?' | 
