Last weekend I felt lazy. I didn't want to learn anything, I didn't want to do my homework. Dad asked me on Sunday to help him clean the car. He wanted to take us somewhere. I didn't want to go anywhere and I told him that I would not help. Dad became a bit upset. Mom didn't tell me anything, she didn't even ask me, as usually, to go with her to the vegetable market. I was sitting in a comfortable armchair watching TV. At around 2 or 3 p.m. I felt so hungry that I could eat a horse. There was no cooking smell from the kitchen... I felt quite anxious. I stood up, went round and I found Mom sleeping... and Dad, next to her, was snoring. i went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was NOTHING in it. I didn't know what to do... I went back to the bedroom and woke up Mom, asking her to give me something to eat. She said "When I see you homework done, and when you'll be able to tell me by heart what you had to learn" we can talk. Until then, I'll go back to sleep."
