有篇文章叫做《难忘的八个字》（我希望你是我女儿），谁能提供英文原版的？

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I am angry, my anger - how could one is born a split lip! When I entered the school, students began to laugh at me. I am increasingly certain: in addition to other family, no one will love me, not even people like me.
Second grade, I entered Mrs. Leonard's class teacher. Mrs. Leonard fat, beautiful, warm and lovely. She has golden hair and a pair of smiling eyes. Every child like her, admire her. However, no one more than I loved her. Here is a very common reason.
Our junior students every year whisper test. Children in turn went to the front of the classroom, with his right hand clutching his right ear, the teacher gently on the podium says a word, then the children repeat the words out. But my left ear congenital hearing loss, can hardly hear any sound, but I do not want this thing say it, because that would be more fun of my classmates.
... ...
My turn, I teachers left ear to Leonard, while his right hand tightly over his right ear. Then, quietly raised his right hand a little, so that you can hear what the teachers say anything else.
I waited ... ... finally, I heard four words. This eight words as if a bunch of warm sunlight shines into my heart, these eight characters soothe my injured, young hearts, these eight characters changed my outlook on life.
The fat, beautiful, warm and lovely teacher gently said to me: "I hope you are my daughter."