It was in 2002, on a cold and foggy December day when I was seven years old and I was in my house with my sister and my father. I was excited and nervous because it was my mother's birthday and we had decided to made her a cake, and I had never made one before. As we finished it, we left it in the oven and we went to the supermarket with our father. But as soon as we arrived at home again it smelt like if our cake was burnt... it was a big disaster! After that, we didn't have any time to make another one, so we had to go to a bakery and we bought a chocolate mousse. Finally, when my mother arrived at home, she had a good surprise and she didn't know anything about the large story of the cake. Afterwards, we had a good lunch and my mother blew out the candles and she opened our present and, in the afternoon, all my family came to our house to celebrate it, so we finally had a great day!
