The first time I saw Suzy Khan, I knew I had to help her．She was really small for her age of 12．The boy in my class often about her and laughed their heads off．She would open a book, pretending to read, with tears dropping on the open page． All I knew was that she was an orphan （孤儿） from Africa．She had just been adopted by a family in town who that the best way for her to learn American ways of life was to be with American kids．I looked down at this girl and promised myself that somehow I would help her． But how could I help her in with us? There had to be a ． One day, when I went into the classroom, I saw that Suzy had her geography book to a picture of a train, and in her notebook, she had made a（n） copy． I was surprised and thought that she could do something in the coming show．So, I took her to see the art teacher, Miss Parker, and showed her what Suzy had ．“why, it’s wonderful,” said Miss Parker, who then showed us a poster she had painted the talent show．“I need more of these, but I just don’t have enough ．Could you help me, Suzy?” On the day of the talent show, Suzy’s were everywhere ---- all over the hall and all over the school, each one different． “And finally,” said Mr. Brown, the schoolmaster, at the end of the show, “we have a （n）award．I’m sure you’ve all noticed the wonderful posters．” Everyone nodded．“One of our own students them．” I could hear everyone whispering．“Who in our school could draw well?” Mr. Brown waited a while before saying, “ this student worked so hard on the posters, she deserves a ,too．Our mystery（神秘） artist is our new student ---- Suzy Khan!” Mr. Brown thanked her for all the wonderful posters and gave her a professional artist’s set．“Thank you,” she cried． I , at that time when I was looking at her excited face, she’d probably never anything in her whole life． Everyone started to their hands．Suzy Khan gave them a shy smile and the applause was deafening．I knew then Suzy was going to be all right．