The end of the story written by Antonin

I’m going to bed; it’s late. I try not to fall asleep just in case my parents would come and excuse themselves; but my eyelids are going down; I try to resist but I’m already gone to the dreamland.

I feel a hand tickling my arm. I wake up with a start. It’s morning. My mother is sitting on my bed; my father is behind her with a huge breakfast tray. They wish me a “Happy Birthday”. In fact, I made a mistake about the date!