Yesterday was my birthday. My mother made a bigmeal for me.
There were lots of foods, but not every dish was fitfor my taste.
Some were sour, some were sweet, some were bitterand some were hot.
I loved the food tasted sweet the most and dislike the bitter food.
But my mother asked me to have a taste for each dish, because those dishes were anotherreflection of our life.
Our life was full of sour, sweet, bitter, hot.
When I experienced all of them, I grew up.
I was confused, but I believed my mother. I hoped I can grow up sooner.