last friday evening dad told me that it was my mum’s 50th birthday the net day. he suggested, we should buy her something to celebrate her birthday. the net morning father and i got up very early, and after breakfast we both went out shopping. father bought mum a beautiful coat as well as a lot of fish, meat and vegetables. i bought mum a large birthday cake and some fresh and beautiful flowers. but when we both got home, mum was busy serving the table. she had cooked us a big meal. it was obvious that mum didn’t take a rest even on her birthday.
