It is one day until my birthday.
The invitation cards have been sent.
Mom will prepare the food.
Hana: Mom, tomorrow is the big day.
Mom: I know.
What would you like for your birthday meal?
Hana: My favorites!
Barbecued chicken, spaghetti, and kimbab, please.
Mom: What about a cake?
Hana: Oh, yeah. A cake too.
Bada: I want a yummy ice cream cake.
Hana: It's not your birthday, Bada.
Hana: Mom, I would like a chocolate cake please.
Mom: Sure. How many do you expect?
Hana: Hmm, about 9 to 11 people.
Mom: I see.
Well, let's go grocery shopping then.
Bada: Are you going to buy the cake now?
Mom: I will do that tomorrow.
Hana: Let's go, Hada!
We put up many pretty balloons in the living room.
That night I dreamed a wonderful dream.