“Dad,I'm sure I can do it well this time,I promise.”I said to myself and went up to the stage and began my play …
　　Finally I （1） from my piano and took a bow to the people in the hall. There was a （2） and then loud applause (掌声)burst out . I knew I （3） it.Tears filled my eyes.Then I （4） three years ago right here when it was my turn to play.I （5）the hall and saw my dad. He sat at the end of a （6） with a serious face.
　　Suddenly I became（7） . I had practiced my piece for months, （8） then it seemed there was something wrong with my fingers. I forced out some （9） tune and left the stage in tears.I （10） .
　　On the way home my father didn't say even a word.He just （11） the car in silence.I didn't say anything either. What could I say,really,after what I'd done? I knew how （12） Dad worked to earn enough money （13）my piano. That time he was. （14） to come to a competition,but I let him down.
　　I didn't remember how we got home. Dad never said a word the entire way home,and he never （15） one of my competitions again. I never got over the hurt of having. （16） the person I most wanted to make proud. I’d （17） more than my competition that afternoon. I felt as if I'd lost the key to my father's heart,and he died before I could （18） it again.
　　“God,why didn't you give me a （19） to make it up to him?”I'd often asked.
　　I won first prize in the contest now. How I wish my father could share the （20） moment with me!