When I was a little girl of seven years old, my mother enjoyed reading books. She asked my father to bring many 1 from the town library. My father usually brought as many books as the librarian 2 at a time. My mother would not like anyone to 3 her and liked finishing a story without any breaks.
One day, my father managed to get the best 4 that the librarian recommended. After my mother knew that, she 5 bought some hot dogs because she thought that it was great for us all to enjoy the 6, accompanied by some family chats. My mother could 7 wait to give out the hot dogs and she was lost in the new novel. My father felt it 8 for her not to join in the family chats.
Now it was time to 9 something in our family. On a festival season, some guests 10 us at our home. We had a great time enjoying the festival food and the great family 11, but something was bothering my father and that was the 12 of my mother's reading the novel. She sat on a sofa and kept reading her new novel without 13 others. My aunt noticed the behavior of my mother and decided to solve the problem in her own way.
My aunt took my mother's novel away and didn't give it to her until she 14 that she would never get crazy for reading novels in her life. Now, my father is still active after his retirement and my mother is still 15 reading the book but when she is alone.
