My favorite story is Detective Conan. I started reading it when I was eight years old. it is about a young eighteen-year-old detective who was given a drink by an evil organization and turned into a six-year-old boy named conan. For the sake of investigation, he lived on the house of the detective Mori Mori without anyone knowing his name except his parents and a scientist. I was drawn to it by the intriguing storyline. I really like detective conan because it helped me relax after stressful studying hours.

Sometimes I am not satisfied with my life, and I often compare myself to people whom I think are more fortunate than me. However; a year ago, I came across a story that somehow changed my point of view about life. It was an extremely hot afternoon, and I was on my daily bus from my school to home. I chose a familiar spot which was next to the window, because I often do not care what is going on around me. However; when the car stopped to pick up more passengers, I could not drown in my own world anymore. Among new arrivals was a grandmother who carrying a small child. It would be just an ordinary sight for me if I did not see that four or five – year – old child did not have both of her arms. She used her legs to move her body to sit on the bus seat without her grandma’s help. After finding the seat, she again used only her legs to hold a lollipop and enjoy it, and it made me feel so admirable. Sitting next to her, her grandmother just quietly stroked her hair and cooling her with a paper fan. vforum.vn Since I always complain about things around me without knowing that I am a lot luckier than many people out there, the image of the child on the bus really made me feel ashamed about myself. She was unfortunate to have such disadvantages on her body, but she was so cheerful to be alive. Her smile and effort will always be a memorable milestone to motivate me when I have difficulties in life.