I can never forget the day when my father, who has always been kind to me, bought me a new bicycle. It was October 18,1985. My father, a lecturer at a local college, usually comes home at five, but that ’day he was rather late. My mother got anxious. I thought I would go to one of our neighbors and ask for help. Hardly had I gone out of my house when I heard my father ‘calling from behind. Lo! ‘Father was riding a new bicycle. It had a sleek look; it was bright and shining. I liked it at once. To my great surprise, father declared that he bought it for me. I jumped upon the saddle and cycled round for some time. I felt happy and excited. I had become a proud owner of an attractive bicycle.
