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The Broken Bicycle
Once upon a time, on a sunny day in June, I woke up excited because it was my birthday. "First of all," I said to myself, "I hope I get something interesting!" My brother and I planned to ride our bicycles to the park, but when I went to the garage, I saw my bike was broken. "Oh no!" I shouted, surprised. The chain was off, and the wheel was bent.
Mom came out, smiling. "Don’t worry," she said. "We’ll fix it together rather than let it ruin your day." She was pleased to help, and I felt better. We brought the bike inside, where the fridge hummed quietly. "Let’s cover the table with newspaper," she said, and we got to work.
While we fixed the bike, my American friend, Miss Lisa, called. "Happy birthday!" she said. "Can you come to my house later?" I told her about the bike. "That’s strange," she replied. "Maybe we can borrow tools from Mr. Smith, the driver who lives next door." I agreed, and she promised to bring a postcard from her last trip.
By noon, we were hungry. Mom made hamburgers with salt and potato fries. "These are delicious," I said, sitting on a chair by the window. Outside, the sky was blue, and I could see a ship on the river in the distance. "I wish I could ride my bike there," I thought, but I was too afraid to try until it was fixed.
After lunch, my brother and I practiced fixing the chain. "Be careful," Mom warned. "Don’t hurt your knee." We used a dictionary to look up the word "repair" and found it wasn’t as hard as we thought. "You’re doing great," Dad said when he came home from work. He was out of work for a while but was now busy driving a delivery truck.
That evening, we had a meeting in the living room. "Let’s decorate for your party tomorrow," Mom suggested. We hung colourful streamers and put a silk dress on the mannequin in the corner. "It’s not only pretty but also fun," said my brother, who loves art.
The next day, my bike was ready. "You’re able to ride it now," Dad said, handing me a helmet. I smiled and thanked him. My friends arrived, each bringing a gift—a box of candy, a camera, and a coin collection. "This is the best birthday ever!" I said, holding the camera to take pictures.
We rode our bikes to the palace in town, where there was a big clock tower. "Look at the time!" shouted Lisa. "It’s nearly noon!" We stopped for ice cream, and I spent two dollars on a cone. "I’m so thirsty," said my brother, but the ice cream made us happy.
At the palace, we discovered a team of workers fixing the roof. "That’s interesting," I said, watching them. "They’re as careful as we were with the bike." We sat on the grass, and Lisa mentioned her hobby of collecting postcards. "I’ll write to you next week," she promised.
In the end, the day was perfect. We played a game of tennis, and I won, which surprised everyone. "You’re not only strong but also fast," said my friend Sir Tom, who coaches our team. We laughed and talked, enjoying each other’s company.
That night, I looked out my window at the stars. "Nothing is better than today," I thought. I was no longer bored or sad about the broken bike. Instead, I felt grateful for my family and friends. "Next Christmas, let’s do this again," I said to Mom, and she nodded, "Of course!"