One day, I caught him coughing a wad of blood-stained phlegm into the toilet.How long have you been doing that? ” I said."What's for dinner? ” he said!"I'm taking you to the doctor”.Even though Baba was a manager at the gas station, the owner hadn't offered him health insurance, and Baba, in his recklessness, hadn't insisted. So I took him to the county hospital in San Jose. The sallow, puffy-eyed doctor who saw us introduced himself as a second-year resident. "He looks younger than you and sicker than me, ” Buba grumbled. The resident sent us down for a chest X-ray. When the nurse called us back in, the resident was filling out a form."Take this to the front desk, he said, scribbling quickly."What is it? ”I asked."A referral.” Scribble scribble."For what? "Pulmonary clinic.”"What's that? ”He gave mo a quick glance. Pushed up his glasses. Began scribbling again. ” He's got a spot on his right lung. I want them to check it out.”"A spot? ” I said, the room suddenly too small."Cancer? "Baba added casually!"Possible. It's suspicious, anyway, " the doctor muttered!"Can't you tell us more? " I asked."Not really. Need a CAT scan first, then see the lung doctor. " He handed me the referral form." You said your father smokes, right? ""Yes."He nodded. Looked from me to Baba and back again. "They'll call you within two weeks."I wanted to ask him how I was supposed to live with that word, "suspicious, " for two whole weeks. How was I supposed eat, work, study? How could he send me home with that word? l took the form and turned it in. That night. I waited until Baba fell asleep, and then folded a blanket. I used it as a prayer rug. Bowing my head to the ground, I recited half-forgotten verses from the Koran-verses the mullah had made us commit to memory in Kabul—and asked for kindness from a God I wasn't sure existed. I envied the mullah now, envied his faith and certain.The visit with the pulmonologist, Dr. Schneider, was going well until Baba asked him where he was from Dr. Schneider said Russia. Baba lost it."Excuse us, Doctor, I said, pulling Baba aside. Dr. Schneider smiled and stood back, stethoscope still in hand."Baba, I read Dr, Schneider's biography in the waiting room. He was born in Michigan. Michigan!He's American, a lot more American than you and I will ever be.""I don't care where he was born, he's Roussi, " Baba said, grimacing like it was a dirty word. "His parents were Roussi, his grandparents were Roussi. I swear on your mother's face I'll break his arm if he tries to touch me.""Dr. Schneider's parents fled from Shorawi, don't you see? They escaped!"But Baba would hear none of it. Sometimes I think the only thing he loved as much as his late wife was Afghanistan, his late country. I almost screamed with frustration. Instead, I sighed and turned to Dr.Schneider. "I'm sorry, Doctor. This isn't going to work out."The next pulmonologist, Dr. Amani, was Iranian and Baba approved Dr. Amani, a soft-spoken man with a crooked mustache and a mane of gray hair, told us he had reviewed the CAT scan results and that he would have to perform a procedure called a bronchoscopy to get a piece of the lung mass for pathology.He scheduled it for the following week. I thanked him as I helped Baba out of the office, thinking that now I had to live a whole week with this new word, "mass, " an even more ominous word than "suspicious."It turned out that like Satan, cancer had many names. Baba's was called "Oat Call Carcinoma." Advanced. Inoperable, Baba asked Dr. Amani for a prognosis. Dr. Amani bit his lip, used the word "grave. " "There is chemotherapy, of course, " he said. "But it would only be palliative, ""What does that mean? " Baba asked, Dr. Amani sighed. "It means it wouldn't change the outcome, just prolong it. ""That's a clear answer, Dr. Amani. Thank you for that, " Baba said. "But no chemo-medication for me.""But Baba-""Don't you challenge me in public, Amir. Ever. Who do you think you are? "1.What is the main conflict between Amir and Baba? 2.How do you understand the underline sentence "Baba lost it"? 3.How did Amir feel for what was happening to Baba? Find evidence to support your analysis.4.What was Baba's character according to the passage above? Find evidence to support to opinions.5.Please give a title to the story above.

One day, I caught him coughing a wad of blood-stained phlegm into the toilet.
How long have you been doing that? ” I said.
"What's for dinner? ” he said!
"I'm taking you to the doctor”.
Even though Baba was a manager at the gas station, the owner hadn't offered him health insurance, and Baba, in his recklessness, hadn't insisted. So I took him to the county hospital in San Jose. The sallow, puffy-eyed doctor who saw us introduced himself as a second-year resident. "He looks younger than you and sicker than me, ” Buba grumbled. The resident sent us down for a chest X-ray. When the nurse called us back in, the resident was filling out a form.
"Take this to the front desk, he said, scribbling quickly.
"What is it? ”I asked.
"A referral.” Scribble scribble.
"For what?
"Pulmonary clinic.”
"What's that? ”
He gave mo a quick glance. Pushed up his glasses. Began scribbling again. ” He's got a spot on his right lung. I want them to check it out.”
"A spot? ” I said, the room suddenly too small.
"Cancer? "Baba added casually!
"Possible. It's suspicious, anyway, " the doctor muttered!
"Can't you tell us more? " I asked.
"Not really. Need a CAT scan first, then see the lung doctor. " He handed me the referral form.
" You said your father smokes, right? "
"Yes."
He nodded. Looked from me to Baba and back again. "They'll call you within two weeks."
I wanted to ask him how I was supposed to live with that word, "suspicious, " for two whole weeks. How was I supposed eat, work, study? How could he send me home with that word? l took the form and turned it in. That night. I waited until Baba fell asleep, and then folded a blanket. I used it as a prayer rug. Bowing my head to the ground, I recited half-forgotten verses from the Koran-verses the mullah had made us commit to memory in Kabul—and asked for kindness from a God I wasn't sure existed. I envied the mullah now, envied his faith and certain.
The visit with the pulmonologist, Dr. Schneider, was going well until Baba asked him where he was from Dr. Schneider said Russia. Baba lost it.
"Excuse us, Doctor, I said, pulling Baba aside. Dr. Schneider smiled and stood back, stethoscope still in hand.
"Baba, I read Dr, Schneider's biography in the waiting room. He was born in Michigan. Michigan!
He's American, a lot more American than you and I will ever be."
"I don't care where he was born, he's Roussi, " Baba said, grimacing like it was a dirty word. "His parents were Roussi, his grandparents were Roussi. I swear on your mother's face I'll break his arm if he tries to touch me."
"Dr. Schneider's parents fled from Shorawi, don't you see? They escaped!"
But Baba would hear none of it. Sometimes I think the only thing he loved as much as his late wife was Afghanistan, his late country. I almost screamed with frustration. Instead, I sighed and turned to Dr.Schneider. "I'm sorry, Doctor. This isn't going to work out."
The next pulmonologist, Dr. Amani, was Iranian and Baba approved Dr. Amani, a soft-spoken man with a crooked mustache and a mane of gray hair, told us he had reviewed the CAT scan results and that he would have to perform a procedure called a bronchoscopy to get a piece of the lung mass for pathology.
He scheduled it for the following week. I thanked him as I helped Baba out of the office, thinking that now I had to live a whole week with this new word, "mass, " an even more ominous word than "suspicious."
It turned out that like Satan, cancer had many names. Baba's was called "Oat Call Carcinoma." Advanced. Inoperable, Baba asked Dr. Amani for a prognosis. Dr. Amani bit his lip, used the word "grave. " "There is chemotherapy, of course, " he said. "But it would only be palliative, "
"What does that mean? " Baba asked,
Dr. Amani sighed. "It means it wouldn't change the outcome, just prolong it. "
"That's a clear answer, Dr. Amani. Thank you for that, " Baba said. "But no chemo-medication for me."
"But Baba-"
"Don't you challenge me in public, Amir. Ever. Who do you think you are? "
1.What is the main conflict between Amir and Baba?
2.How do you understand the underline sentence "Baba lost it"?
3.How did Amir feel for what was happening to Baba? Find evidence to support your analysis.
4.What was Baba's character according to the passage above? Find evidence to support to opinions.
5.Please give a title to the story above.