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Narrate an experience in about 80-100 words begining with the follwing words:
It was Sunday and I was enjoying the latest movie in the theatre with my parents.........
Solution
It was Sunday and I was enjoying the latest movie in the theatre with my parents as it was planned. I remember it was their 25th Wedding Anniversary but pretended as if I forgot their anniversary and didn’t wish them. I had some different plans for their Anniversary which was a surprise for them because I knew they would not demand for anything on this special day. After the movie, we three of us went for lunch and later to a mall for shopping. In the evening when reached home there comes a surprise for my parents which I had already planned with the help of my family and friends. The house was completely decorated, cake was ready and the music was on when we entered. There was a great welcome of the couple with flowers and balloons all around. The guests were waiting for them and started clapping as they were entering. My parents were surprised to see this party which they never expected. My mother was in tears and father was speechless. Later, the cake cutting was done, dance performances done, games were played by the guests and lastly dinner. Overall, the party was great and was enjoyed by everyone. I think this is that one surprise which my parents would remember forever.
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