Fishing on Weekend

 
   My father likes fishing very much. He goes fishing almost twice a week and sometimes more often. It is not a big problem, because we live not far from river. But my mother doesn’t like that my father goes fishing, because usually he brings enough fish to home and my mother has to cook it. And besides he, his clothes, mainly waistcoats, smells as a fish too.
 Once upon a time I asked to go fishing with him. First he didn’t want to take me with him, but believe me, I can persuade. So, and we began our tour. That it wasn’t so boring to me when my father would fishing I took my mother with us. When dad had known this he said that it is his worth day ever. So, we prepared all stuff: fishing rod, warm clothes, vest for father, some tools and other stuff. When we reached the place of our destination every had their own occupation. Father prepared to fishing, me and mother searched brushwood that to kindle the fire. We wanted not only fishing, but also make a picnic. We, I mean the whole family all together, go out of doors very seldom, so it was a great opportunity to have fun, to breath fresh air and to fish. My mother doesn’t like such experiments. She always grumbled that it was cold, in spite of, she was worn into vest, that there were a lot of mosquitoes and they could sting her. Because of it father was nervous and couldn’t catch a fish. From the yield we wanted to cook a fish soup. But as we hadn’t any yield we were hungry. We didn’t take other food, we counted on catching fish. So, whole day we spent there. We were cold and hungry, even warm waistcoats didn’t save us, besides parents were very angry to each other. They blamed each other for spoiled weekend. In actual fact I’m sure it was my fault. Now I understand why Dad didn’t want to take us with him. We got into his own space. It was the only place where he could rest, enjoy his hobby, think may be. It was the same if I take him with me to the beauty salon. We returned home in a bad mood. My mother made dinner from the fish which stayed from the last time and without saying any words we went to bed. My father was right, it was the worse day ever. I have made a mistake. And I will never ask him to take me fishing with him. It was a good lesson for all of us surely.

   
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