My name is Tim. I think the most terrible thing in life for my little brother is getting up in the morning. He is almost sick when my mother calls “Herbert! It’s seven o’clock! Get up!”. Herby answers, “I’m coming”, and goes right back to sleep. I’m not at all like my brother. I get up at 6 every morning and help my dad. He has a flower shop so he has to be at the flower market by four. Then when he comes back we unload all the flowers into the shop. I usually take the telephone orders for him so he knows what he has to deliver that day.
Then I make a cup of coffee for mu mother, get my breakfast and go to school. At the weekend I work in the shop on Saturdays and help my mother arrange the flowers in the church for Sunday. Then on Sunday I go to church in the morning and spend the evening with my parents.