A True Gift of Love
"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked.
When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face， she gasped1. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred2 home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms， she sighed， of heartbreaks.
He blurted3 out the tragedy. "A boy， a big boy...called me a freak."
He grew up， handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students， he might have been class president， but for that. He developed a gift，;
"But you might mingle4 with other young people，" his mother reproved him， but felt a kindness in her heart.
The boy's father had a session with the family physician... "Could nothing be done?"
"I believe I could graft5 on a pair of outer ears， if they could be procured，" the doctor decided6. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man.
Two years went by. One day， his father said to the son， "You're going to the hospital， son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret."
，， and school and college became a series of triumphs.
Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. One day， he asked his father， "Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? I could never do enough for him or her."
"I do not believe you could，" said the father， "but the agreement was that you are not to know...not yet."
The years kept their profound secret， One of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly， tenderly， the father stretched forth7 a hand and raised the thick， reddish brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears.
"Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut，" his father whispered gently， "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful， did they?"