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I rewrite the paragraph...please review it
For a past few days my son, Ishank who is going to be 8 this summer was working hard to surprise me on this motherís day. I knew that he was making a card for me but I pretended as if I donít know anything. He restricted me to enter his room for a few days before the motherís day. I complained him that how sad I am feeling as he has not planned anything this year for motherís day. I also reminded him a few times that when he was in preschool, he used to make motherís day card just like her little sister did this year. I was amazed to see his patience to make me realize that he is no more interested to give me any card this year on Motherís day. I woke up this morning (motherís day), my husband closed my eyes and ask Ishank to bring my surprise. I opened my eyes and astonished to see his imagination in making this three dimensional beautiful card. To my great surprise he wrote the message, ďHappy motherís dayĒ in Hindi. He had been in India recently and somehow was too much into learning to write Hindi.
My husband again closed my eyes; one more beautiful card was lying in front of me, which he prepared in the school. After seeing these two cards I was feeling delighted. Suddenly, I felt an uneasy and was trying hard to feel his love in the cards. He just wrote a single sentence ďhappy motherís dayĒ in hindi in the first card and in English in the another one. I could see this card merely as his passion to create something new and to write something in Hindi. Before I could indulge further in my thoughts; my husband again closed my eyes for one more surprise. It was a book of a few leaflets with a cover page of women face painted with crayons. I could feel numbness in my eyes as I go through the book. I canít expect anyone to describe me in such a simple words.