Today was my father’s birthday. Early in the morning, he went out to work as usually. But I felt nervous and I wanted to give him a surprise. I asked my mother to teach me to cook, so I could make the dinner for my father. After class, I rushed home and my mother had prepared the stuff for me. I washed them first and then did as my mother told me. She always wanted to cook and I refused because I needed to make sure I could finish it by myself. It was really hard to cook, but I insisted and finally made it. When my father came home, he smiled and said this was the best gift.