A cold winter, four years ago, my mother’s birthday was approaching, she was getting old. My mother was turning fifty years old. My mom does not ask for much but she wanted to spend quality time with the family on her birthday. My dad on the other hand had another idea in mind. He decided to throw her a surprise birthday party, but my mother hates surprises. No one knew how this would turn out, the outcome could be great or an epic fail.
My parents have six children, including me. Five of us were in America and one of my brothers was in Ghana. My dad thought that if all the children spoke at her party in our language which is called Ashanti then that would make the party extraordinary. When my father first explained his idea I liked the thought, but then I realized that I would have to speak as well. At that time I was an extremely shy person, especially in front of crowds. My dad gave us the option to go up to the stage and speak or not, but he mostly wanted me to speak, because I was the youngest and he thought it would be adorable.
The next day when my mother went to work, I pulled my dad aside to talk to him and tell him that I would love to speak at my mother’s party. I could tell that he was ecstatic about the decision I made. My father and I agreed that he would help me write my speech in Ashanti to wow the crowd (we practiced daily to help me memorize the speech better.) I was getting tired, but I knew I had no choice if I wanted to impress my mother. All I could think about was the smile my mom would have on her face when I spoke. Days were passing and the time for the party was getting closer.
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Finally the day of the party was here. I was excited and anxious at the same time. Every time someone would call my name, I would get jumpy. I was nervous, and I was afraid that I would go up there and forget my lines. I knew too much worrying was not going to help, so I decided to lock myself in my room and relax. My dad and my brothers were out the whole day fixing up the recreational center, where the party was being held and when they came home my dad said we were going out to eat, so we should get dressed.
When we finally arrived at the recreational center, my mom went inside and everyone screamed “surprise!” My mother was in total shock she ran out with tears of joy. We danced, laughed, ate, and enjoyed the party. The host came up and said that the children all have contributions for their wonderful mother. My mother looked shocked, but in a positive way. I saw eyes staring at me, they handed me the microphone first, because I was the youngest. I was trembling in fear, and my hands were shaking, but I went up there and said my contribution and I did magnificent! The crowd was yelling and clapping, because I did such a great job speaking Ashanti so well. After that moment I was relieved; I felt as if a heavy burden was lifted off of my shoulder. When we came home, my mom told me I did the best out of my siblings and she was so proud to see me up there although I was shy.
