The beginning and end of the composition about birthday.

A birthday present for my mother. Today is my mother's birthday. For a long time, I have been thinking about what kind of gift to give my mother and how to express my new ideas. In the morning, my mother assigned me a study task, that is, I should take the time to review the lessons I learned during the holiday. Don't ask me to do anything else. I seem to have forgotten my birthday. At noon, my mother came home from work and cooked in a hurry. She prepared several dishes, including meat and vegetables, to strengthen my nutrition. I'm sitting in my room, listening to my mother's rhythmic chopping, feeling a little hectic than usual. Yes! During this time, my mother is very busy at work. She often puts down her chopsticks after dinner and goes to work. In order to give me more meals, I am naturally busier than usual "Oh dear!" Suddenly, mother's crying came from the kitchen. I quickly put down my book and ran to the kitchen. I saw my mother's right hand just holding the fingers of her left hand, and blood gushed out between her fingers. I panicked, so I went back to my house to find a band-aid and handed it to my mother. Mother simply washed the wound with water, put on a band-aid and continued to be busy. When eating, mother was in a hurry as usual. Put down the chopsticks, told me, picked up the handbag and hurried to work. At home, I am alone. I stared at the food on the table and suddenly felt that I couldn't eat any more. The scene of my mother's finger bleeding just now came to my eyes and stayed for a long time. My heart is beating in panic ... suddenly, a heartfelt voice seems to ring in my ear: you are a middle school student, you should learn to do housework! You are at home on holiday now, helping your mother cook! Let mom eat slowly at noon, so don't be so nervous. This is the best gift for mom! Suddenly, I seem to have grown up suddenly. I quickly sat at my desk and carefully wrote the homework of the day, which seemed to be more serious than usual, and the speed was much faster. I decided: from dinner, I will learn cooking skills and cook for my parents! I came to the kitchen and began to wash vegetables and stew rice. My mind is searching for the way my mother usually cooks and imitating it. I want to recite the formula and do the same: cut the meat evenly; Shredding potatoes, and shredding; Don't forget to put sugar in the fried tomatoes; You should master the amount of water in rice. In order to celebrate my mother's birthday, I also spelled a few words on the cold salad with golden cake strips: Happy birthday to my mother! Time is pressing, and my mother will be home at 5: 30 after work. Finally, the meal was served on the table before mom got off work. With the sound of opening the door, mother went home. She smelled the food and came over in surprise. She looked at me strangely as if she understood everything. Mom didn't put down her handbag or even wash her hands. She went straight to the table, picked up chopsticks and tasted them one by one: this dish is delicious, but low in calories; This is delicious, but there is no salt. This ... I saw a contented smile on my mother's face. My mother turned around and stroked me: good boy! You have grown up! Mom, thank you! From this day on, I slowly learned to cook. I realized that returning my mother's love was the best gift I could give her.