1. It was Mother's Day. When I woke up that morning, I knew something was (1)
in the house. Usually, I am the first to get up. But this morning, I could hear someone else up and searching around in the (2)
. I heard the sound of glasses and dishes ringing, the fridge door opening and closing, and water running. Things sounded quite (3)
.
I called to see what was going on. My little boy Bill quickly answered. "Don't (4)
, Mum!" he shouted as he came running to my bedroom door. "I'm making something (5)
for you this Mother's Day. I'm making a nice breakfast, and I want to (6)
you in bed."
I was surprised because Bill had (7)
made breakfast before. I considered if I should get up and (8)
him. However, I decided to lie back and wait to see what he would (9)
for me. I smelled eggs burning, and I heard sausages frying too quickly. He sure was making a (10)
in the kitchen!
After a few minutes, I heard my little boy knock at the bedroom door. (11)
came into the room with some sausages and eggs, a hamburger and a glass of milk. The sausages were (12)
and the eggs were burnt. This was his first time to cook. I could feel the tears of great (13)
coming to my eyes as he put the dish of food on my bed and gave me a kiss. "Happy Mother's Day!" he said.
I ate the meal proudly (14)
it was difficult to make the hard, burnt sausages go down my throat (喉咙).
Yes, that was many years ago.
Now, when Bill calls to wish me well on Mother's Day, the (15)
of that morning comes back. We always laugh about it. It has become a special story that we share.