Birthday present

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I was dancing around the kitchen table in excitement. I did not have the patience to finish a slice of bread and a glass of milk, but the grandmother was determined.

„My child, she told me, „breakfast is the most important meal of the day. If you skip it, you will not have enough strength during the day. Sit and finish the meal.“

„But grandmum.“

„No grandmum, I am not charmed with your big watery eyes.“

„It is my birthday, can I be excused?“

„No.“

Grandmum was tough, and I knew she would not yield. When we finished cleaning up the table she asked me to bring her some flowers from the garden.

As I opened the front door, a big parcel stood on the ground. It was wrapped in a white paper and tied with the yellow ribbon. I ripped the paper hoping my wish has come true. There was my red bicycle with a trumpet as a bell. I squeeze it several times, and I yelled:

„ Grandmum, come, come, see what I got as a birthday present!“

Grandmum was standing at the door smiling. Till the end of the day, I had a plaster on my knee, but I did not complain. I knew the summer holidays would be the best with my new bicycle.

© Marijana Mary Mrvoš

 

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