Thanks very much for the cheesecake, Rosaria. And for the tea! Ritsuko, your cookies are delicious! I had a nice quiet birthday dinner and now plan a sunset walk with my little dog. The chocolates are creamy and filling and . . .
Here's the link to the document we worked on in class Thursday.
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Thanks Rosaria for organizing.
And Ritchan, your cookies are superb! You are a pro!
Happy Birthday Brad.
Happy Birthday, Brad.
And thanks Rosaria!
I'd given up baking for a few years...but yesterday, finally, I could bake again! I enjoyed it!
Rosaria: We are so lucky for having you as classmate. You have done a lot of things for all of us.
Ritsuko: I can tell you that the cookies you made are the most delicious one I have ever eaten.
Thanks Rosaria and Ritsuko for all you did.
Hi Brad, I have revised my work. I think it is ready for publishing.
Teaser: Can mom become a monster even in good intention sometimes? Read more…
What for-“Monster” Mom?
I was on a public putting green under the brilliant sunlight glittering through the fluttering leaves with warm summer breeze. What a peaceful moment! All of a sudden, a skinny Chinese mom, a five-year-old litter boy and an over-loaded maid with some cloths and a backpack in her hand, arrived on the green. The mom began to harangue when the little boy was practicing putting.
“ Simon, concentrate, remember what the coach said.”
“This is a up hill one, putt it harder.”
“How can you putt so hard, you miss a whole green.”
“Look at you; you seem getting worse.”
“OK, this one is better.”
“Be cautious. Even practice.”
“No, come on!”
“…”
The unrelenting mom was folding her arms standing two feet in front of her son. The maid stood like a statue outside the green. First, the little boy obeyed his mom’s direction, then, he pouted, and cried out but still practiced putting the balls. Lastly, he murmured.
“Mammy, I am so hungry. I can’t do it. Please, don’t be a monster.”
“Noooo! Go on, you need practice to improve.” she stared hard at him for a while. The little boy was sobbing with his head down.
Eventually, the mom sigh, grabbed her son and went to the restaurant. The maid picked up the balls and followed them. A senior golfer near by shook his head and chuckled after they left.
Second draft, 249 words
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