It happened last Friday evening and I had just reached home from my CCA, Red Cross. I was exhausted from doing the drills so I stashed my bag in a corner and went to bathe. After bathing, I sat down to do my literature homework. It was baffling and tiring as I could not understand the text at all. After a grueling twenty minutes of struggling, I was so close on the answer when I heard a loud knock on the door. Irritated by the loss of concentration, I stomped and opened the door reluctantly. To my surprise, it was my father! My father usually works into the dead of the night and I hardly get to spent time with him as I am in bed when he returns and he is sleeping soundly when I wake up. My father proudly announced that he had managed to clear all his work and had return to surprise us for dinner! My mother, having not expected his return, immediately begin to cook. My father however, stopped her and told us that he, instead would cook. I was pleasantly surprised. My father is an excellent cook but he usually is to tired to cook. It had been ages since I tried his food and longed to savor his food again. My father stepped into the kitchen, closed the door and begin to cook. After ten minutes with no response, we begin to worry. Had years of slack caused father to lose his cooking skills? However, a nice aroma begin to waft out of the kitchen and in thirty minutes, the food was ready. We sat around the dining table and begin to eat. There were laughs, jokes and a whole lot of fun. It was a great day which I hope can happen again!