A short story
It was three in the morning when the phone rang. Firstly I was so confused, I didn´t know where I was. The phone was ringing constantly on and on and in urgent need to stop that horrible noise I answered the phone.
On the other side of the line there was my younger brother, drunk, as I guessed from his talk. He tried to convince me to pick him up because he wasn´t in such a good condition to get home in one piece and being a nice sister, ten minutes later, I was driving in my car to our friend´s house. When I got there, the house was dark as if nobody had been there. I came closer and found out that the door was opened. I went in and suddenly the light went on and people were screaming “Happy birthday”.
My brother prepared for me a birthday party. It was very nice of him but I couldn’t even have a toast because I was driving and what was worse I had to go to work next morning!