Read the introduction to Keyana’s personal narrative, “Thanks, Dad.”When I was four years old, my dad and I [WOL] a tree in our front yard. It was a tiny, fragile sapling. He promised me that it would grow tall and strong, but he said that I had to be patient. Until I turned 18 years old, Dad and I [WOL] it every year on my birthday.Fill in the blanks in order.