My Recount. By Abdurrahman.

                   Making a Present.

It was a bright sunny day.  The sun was shining. It was 10:55 AM. Everyone in my house was sleeping accept for my Dad who was at work. We were sleeping because they had had a hard day. The day before was the end of term 2 and Ramadan a blessed month in Islam had started. In this month we muslims  fast  from sunrise to sunset.  So our Dad had been going from shop to shop getting presents for Eid the end of Ramadan celebration.

My smallest brother was the only one that was awake he started waking up my other brothers and together they started making lots of noise. Soon everyone was awake and getting their beds done. My Mum started making our small brothers breakfast. Then she asked me,my smaller Brother and my Sister “Do you want to make a present for your father for Eid?” she asked. “Yes” we all replied.”But what will it be” asked my Sister. “I was thinking maybe a cooking book” my Brother answered. “  Yes . I was thinking that too but won’t it be expensive” I said. “The good cooking books are something like $70 or something like that”my Mum added. “Then I’m not going to help” my Brother said stubbornly and then left. “Anyway I was thinking something like a white shirt and on the front and we make a big A because that’s the first letter of all your names. Also on the back we write his name. Along with our hand prints in paint” my Mum said. “That’s a good idea but could we colour it in with paint and in the front at the bottom we could write ‘Best Dad Ever’”I added. “Okay” they both replied.

So my Mum went and bought the things we needed. She bought a packet of paintbrushes and blue, green and black paint. My Mum drew the A at the front and me and my Sister coloured it in.  After we finished it my Mum went to my little Brother and asked him if he wanted to make a card for dad. He replied with the positive. So my Mum cut him a green square card. My Mum used green because it was my Dad’s favourite colour. Then my Mum asked me if she could use my Netbook  for finding an image for the card. Once we found an image we traced it on the card. By that time me and my Sister had finished painting the front of the shirt. So my Mum came and wrote ‘Best Dad Ever’ at the bottom. Then we left it to dry. In the meantime we helped my little Brother with the card. We finished the card and went to check if the shirt had dried. But it didn’t. So we let it dry a little longer but by the time the shirt had dried our Dad had come home. So when he went to the mosque we finished colouring in his name. We were all so excited because it was nearly finished and Dad hadn’t found out about but we were also worried that the little ones would tell Dad and that the next day he would  have work at night. When our Dad had come back home we played with him and then went to sleep. The next morning we couldn’t finish it. So we waited until he went to work and then we put our hand prints on it. Then we put it under my Sister’s bed so it could dry.

Finally it was finished and we were all soo happy. We made the little ones promise not to tell Dad. They agreed. We all breathed a sigh of relief. The present was finally finished.

When the day for Eid finally came my Dad, my little Brother and I went to the mosque for the Eid Prayer. When we went back home our presents were wrapped up and ready for opening. My littlest Brother opened his one first. “A Fire Engine!” he exclaimed. Then it was my second to last Brothers turn. “A-Tri-Scooter” He burst out. Then it was my second to first Brothers turn “A Scooter” He bellowed. Finally it was my turn. “A Scooter” I burst out in happiness. After me it was  my Sisters turn. She opened her present. “ What is this?’ she asked. “ It’s a NutriBullet. Something that you can make drinks with” my Dad replied. “Who’s this one  for?” my littlest Brother asked anxiously. “ It’s for your Mother” my Dad answered. When my Mum opened it she gasped. “It’s a phone” she said full of joy. She was so happy because her old phone wasn’t touch screen but her new one was. “Now bring the shirt” my Dad said. We were all so surprised that he knew about the shirt . “How did you find out?”we asked shocked. “Don’t try hiding anything from me” he said grinning. So we got it along with the card but there was a small box wrapped in wrapping paper. When my Dad saw the whole shirt he smiled. Then he read the card and he smile got more wider. Finally he opened the box. Inside it was a pen with his name on it. The pen looked expensive. “Let me guess is it $60?” he asked my Mum. “ Yes. How did you know?” she asked. “ Like I said don’t try hiding anything from me”. He said. “ Thanks for the presents” He finished.

By Abdurrahman