I want to do something special for my 15-year-old son, who has always been a perfect boy. He worked all summer to earn enough money to buy (he) a new racing bicycle instead of asking for money from me. Then he spent hours and hours on it. I loved my son so much I bought him a pair of sunglasses and (glove). When my son (ride) the racing bicycle, he looked very cool. He dreamed taking part in a race and winning.
On November 10th, my birthday, when I went to the kitchen to start the milk and bread in the morning, I found beautiful guitar on the table, beside which was a card, (say), "Happy birthday to my mother." I was surprised and then began to sob. I remembered once I joked to my family that I wanted to learn the guitar to make my life (wonder). I had forgotten it, but my son remembered. He took it (serious), and bought me one as a birthday gift. After wondering how my son could buy this expensive gift, I realized that my son had sold his racing bicycle (get) me the guitar.
