Onmy18thbirthday,myparentsgevemeaveryspecialgift.Itwasacollectionofdiaries.Whenmymotherhandedittome,Iwasdeeplysurprisedanddidn'texpectsuchagift.Myfathersaid:"Youmustbecuriousandoutyourchildhood.Thisistherecordofyourgrowth.Goandreadit."Withnohesitation,Iwentbacktomybedroomandstartedtoreadthematonesitting.Ifoundeachpagehadanumberthatidentifiedthedatewithitrespectively.Throughit,IknewwhenIbegantotalkandwhatmyfirstcompletewordwas.IfoundwhenItriedtowalkandhowmanytumblesIhadmade.Irealizedthereweresomanyinterestingthingsforgottenbyme.Finishingthelastpage,tearswelledupinmyeyes.Tosomepeople,itmeantnothingbutsomefragmentsogmemory.Whiletome,itisthemostpreciousgiftIhaveeverreceived.Fromit,Irecalledmychildhoodandmoreimportantly,itisthesincerelovefrommyparents.