er delicious. “ Remember how we'd 50 the living room singing, ‘ eggless , milkless, butterless cake ’?” My sister asked, 51. Those were 52 deeply in my mind and I couldn ’t forget Mum ’s cake. In fact. Mum would make 53_ kind of cake for the Christmas. She would put a coin into the cake. Whoever found the 54 in their slice could keep it and wouldn ’t have to do housework for a week. At that time we didn ’t have money, but wc 55一 knew how to have fun together. Thinking about we gathered around the table waiting for Mum to cut the cake made my worries 56. 57 the cake was done, I pulled it 58 the oven and called everyone in. Looking at all the faces, I 59 myself once again that whatever e my way I can 60 them. I can find joy in my life, even ina simple cake, and share it with the ones I love.
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