Riding a Three Wheel Vehicle

            It was my 6th birthday and my father said he would throw a birthday party on my birthday for me with my friends. I was so happy that I could not sleep the night before. Time flied, that day had come in anyway. I was wearing my new fairy pink dress, you know the kind of pink that always appears in the Barbie's movie, I was obsessed with the dolls, which live me completely excited for the day. It was my first birthday party with friends, so I went to checked everything to be perfect. That was when I started to realize that I was becoming a perfectionist. When the evening started, that was when my party started. I was having fun with friends and family, trying to make everyone comfortable with the serving, but actually I just ran away with friends and play "IT" on the field. Then it was present time, I was speedily unwrapping every present. When I finish, I saw a bunch of blue, red, yellow, pink shiny wrap paper laying on the ground. It was our Vietnamese traditional wrapping paper. Out of the blue, my father was pushing a bike with a supporting wheel into the restaurant. I was like 'wow' and ran straight into my father and give him a big hug. Then he said, go on, sit on it and try to bike. All my friends ran straight to me and awe in front of me, because none of them also knew how to ride a bike, I was the first one, and I had been wanting for this little bike for so long. Thank you father, you always surprise me, I love you so much.