Yesterday was my birthday. My mother cooked a big meal for me. There is a lot of food, but not every dish suits my taste. Some are sour, some are sweet, some are bitter, and some are spicy. I like sweet food best, not bitter food. But my mother let me taste every dish, because these dishes are another reflection of our life. Our life is full of ups and downs. When I went through all this, I grew up. I was confused, but I believed my mother. I wish I could grow up earlier.