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When I woke up in the morning last year on the day of my birthday, I saw a note. I opened it. It was from my mummy.
It said that she and Dad had to go out on business and my brother had gone for a birthday party. She had left two hundred dollars for me to buy presents for myself and another hundred dollars for me to eat outside and have fun with. When I had read the note, I was very sad. It was my birthday, but I had to spend it all by myself.
I ate my breakfast, and then put on my blue clothes and went out. I passed a park and saw children playing with their parents. I passed a Mc Donald's and a child was having a birthday party. I was really sad. Every child was having a happy time or celebrating a happy birthday with his parents. Why did I have to be all alone? Sadly I went back home.
When I opened my door, I was really surprised! All my friends were there: my parents, my brother. A big party was waiting for me!
Uncle Wang works in a book shop in the middle of the city. The shop is not far from his home. It is about one kilometre away. So Uncle Wang seldom goes to work by bus. He usually goes there by bike, sometimes on foot. It takes him twenty minutes to get there by bike and forty minutes on foot. Today his bike is broken. He wants to walk there. Now he is having breakfast. He leaves home at ten minutes to eight and he walks to work twenty minutes earlier. His work starts at half past eight in the morning and finishes at a quarter to five in the afternoon.
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