I love eating. At my home, whenever there are some foods that taste good, I will eat all them up if my mother does not stop me in time. Although I remember that, once my parents took me to the hospital at midnight, because I ate too much, I still can’t wait for good food for tomorrow.
McDonald’s, KFC and pizza are my favorite foods, I think they are delicious, but my parents told me they are junk foods. I know my parents don’t want me to become a fat girl, but I love eating these foods.
I always feel very good when eating good foods. Last week, my father took me to Pizza Hut for my high mark in a math test, it was a great time for me again! I almost didn’t have any time to use a knife and a fork before my first slice of pizza was gone. Then I asked my father to pass me my last one for the dinner (he only allows me to have two slices every time to make sure there is no problem with my stomach). I picked up my knife and fork, and began with the pointed end of the cake, because I liked it looks bigger as I ate from the thin side of it. Sometimes I ate cheese first, then the cake, some times I ate cheese, sausage slice, cake, a little vegetable, all together….I enjoyed so much that night.
In the Christmas Eve last year, I left a note in my Christmas sock and said: Dear Santa, I can give up my gifts for this time, but please let my father learn to cook hamburgers, so I can get a hamburger without waiting for a long time till we go to McDonald’s again!
I love eating. Although there are a lot of foods I like, there are foods I hate to eat, they are green peppers and some other vegetables, I think they are very bitter, but my parents told me they are healthy, they want me eat more.
