My grandfather was one of my most favourite personalities and he was a great teacher and mentor. He inspired me to read and I have read a lot of books only because of his inspiration and guidance for me. He died in 2010 (may God bless his soul and rest him in peace) and that was an immense loss for me.  He once gave me a book titled ‘The Giving Tree’ written by ‘Shel Silverstein’ and I still consider it as the best gift I have ever received.

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The dictionary really means a lot to me, it is a bridge for me to learn English, an unforgettable childhood memory, and most importantly, an expression of my father's love. give me. Even though I'm in high school now, I can't use the dictionary my dad bought me to study anymore, but it's always in my desk drawer like an impenetrable memory zone and it will forever be a childhood gift that I appreciate the most. Sometimes, when I revisit my "smart childhood friend", I can't help but bask in the bright yellow rays of the pink name, then, all sadness disappears, all joy seems to linger. and just a very gentle breeze blowing through every crevice of my hair, lifting my soul to some wonderland that I don't even know, only knowing that it is filled with aura and joy. My childhood was probably filled with gifts, invisible gifts called love. Living in that happiness, I love my wonderful childhood very much and tangible gifts for me exist as symbols instead of invisible gifts that loved ones give me.