Hazel had studied hard for her exam. When she saw the questions, she was happy because she knew the answers to all the questions. But what was that last question? She thought about the answer to that one for a long time, but in vain. The more she thought, the more she was worried. ‘What is the name of the lady who cleans the school?’ she wondered. Hazel used to see the woman almost every day, sweeping and mopping the floors, always smiling. She was old and grey-haired, yet full of energy. Hazel did not know the answer. She asked her teacher whether it would count towards her grade. “Yes, Hazel!” said her teacher, “Many people will enter your life. Whether you see them every day or just once in a while, they all deserve attention and respect.” Hazel was a good girl. She always remembered her teacher’s words.
The Question
