HISTORY
When I was seven, my mother went to the cinema once a week. Every day when I woke up in the mornings, I ate a sandwich with a cup of milk. One day, my mum didn't go to cinema, she wrote a review of a film. She hit the table. I thought a notebook had dropped. I come to her bedroom and I saw that she was crying. My mother hung her computer and she threw it to the floor. My father read a book in the living room. Then, he sent an email with his computer to the publisher to choose a book for a literary contest. Finally my mother was encouraged when my father sang his favourite song.