My kitchen table is only for six people. My family have
only four people including me. I remember the time when I was 15 years
old. That night we would celebrate a New
Year. I had planned with my friends a party for the New Year, and
I really wanted to spend that time with them. However, my parents told me to
stay at home till the New Year and then I could go to the party. Me and my
older sister Maryana were mad at them
because we had our plans for that night. The parents told us, you can go to
your parties after you spend some New Year time with us. It was 11 PM, me and
my sister were helping mom to cover the
kitchen table with food. After we finished that, it was almost 12 AM. The
kitchen table were covered with all kinds of delicious Ukrainian food. At 12 AM we screamed,
"Happy New Year," and my father opened champagne. After the New Year dinner, I had cleaned our kitchen
table. I decided to stay home because I was little bit drunk after few shots of champagne. However, my
sister still went to the party, and I spend the rest of the New Year Night with
my parents. Next day my friends told me that the party was awful because most
of the people didn't show up and somebody called police on them.
Great story!
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