When I was a little girl, 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 breaks.
One day, my father was 4 to get the most popular book at that time. 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 , together with the family talk. My mother could 7 wait to give out the hot dogs and she was lost in the new book. My father felt it not good for 8 not to join in the family talk.
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, 11 something was troubling my father and that was the 12 of my mother's reading the book. She sat on a sofa and kept reading her new book without 13 others.
My aunt took my mother's novel away and didn't give it to her until she promised that she would never get crazy about reading books in her 14 . Now, my father is still active and my mother is still 15 reading the book but only when she is alone.
