Today when I got home after school, I found out that no one was at home. I went to my room and found a note on my table. On the note, it said that mother felt unwell and went to see a doctor. She told me to settle dinner by myself. I stared at the letter, with my mouth wide opened. How was I going to cook dinner by myself! I guessed that she was not thinking properly since she was ill. Just then, my stomach started growling.
No choice, I had to cook. If not, I would probably be starved by the time mother came home. I took out my secondary one home economics book and flipped to the page where they taught us how to make spaghetti. I fished out for the ingredients and started doing what the book told me to do so.
When I was cooking the macaroni, the phone ranged, I picked it up, wondering who called. It was Garnish, he was my tuition friend and he asked what time was it for tuition tomorrow. After telling him and chatting with him for awhile. I suddenly remember about the macaroni! I immediately hung up the phone and rushed to the kitchen. The macaroni had been burnt black! Feeling disappointed, I looked for another packet of macaroni. To my dismay, the one that had been burnt was the last stock. So in the end, I ate spaghetti with burnt macaroni.
Even though I had a pretty lousy dinner, I was pretty happy because I had done something new today. I had never cooked by myself before and this was a really valuable experience. I also realized that it was very tough for mother to cook a delicious dinner.I also learnt to appreciate every meal that had been cooked for me no matter who the person is as cooking is not as easy as it seems.
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