Birthday

This week, from the school, we always hear fireworks. Then the bell from the church rung every noon. I realize that it is the fiesta in our street. Then it is also my mother's birthday. I am shy to greet her because, because, i dont know why? but i think that it is part of adolescence. I am now shy to greet her unlike when i am still a child that i like always to greet her. Then when i am walking that afternoon, i think that i should by cake or gift for her, but i my hands cannot hold my pocket, i am very shy to do that. Then when i reached home, she is there sleeping thight. I had seen her cake blown and flowers her friend gave her.