Birthday is my favorite holiday. I love him because my closest and beloved friends come to me.
Preparation for this day begins in advance. My parents and I think about whom to invite, and then I sign the invitations.
When my birthday is approaching, I increasingly look at the calendar - there is a month, three weeks, two, one, one day left . . . I look forward to the morning of this day, although, as in childhood, I no longer find gifts under the pillow . . . My dad and mom are the first to congratulate me. They gave me a computer, which I had dreamed of for a long time, and disks with a school encyclopedia.
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