It was Mother's Day. When I woke up that morning, I knew something was1 in the house. Usually, I am the first to get up. But this morning, I could hear someone else up and searching around in the2 . I heard the sound of glasses and dishes ringing, the fridge door opening and closing, and water running. Things sounded quite3 .
I called to see what was going on. My little boy Bill quickly answered. "Don't4 , Mum! " he shouted as he came running to my bedroom door. "I'm making something5 for you this Mother's Day. I'm making a nice breakfast, and I want to6 you in bed."
I was surprised because Bill had7 made breakfast before. I considered if I should get up and8 him. However, I decided to lie back and wait to see what he would9 for me. I smelled eggs burning, and I heard sausages frying too quickly. He sure was making a10 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 were12 and the eggs were burnt. This was his first time to cook. I could feel the tears of great13 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 proudly14 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, the15 of that morning comes back. We always laugh about it. It has become a special story that we share.
