Happy Birthday Maman

My dad is taking us (mom+Sheema+Sheema's two brothers) to Shem-shak (one of the ski resorts near Tehran). I am a Ten-year-old girl who wants to stay in the warm bed and never to wake up at 3 A. M. to her mom's kheshhhh kheshhhhh sound of skiing outfit...walking in the next room. Dad dressed and ready (already has made sandwiches, has put extra hats/ gloves, etc. in the back of the red station car and) is waiting downstairs for Sheema and her two brothers to get ready and leave before the traffic gets heavy. Why today is any different than all the other-every-winter- Fridays? Well I still remember it after all these years. Not only for the accident we had on the way back which made my parents suffer financially and physically for two ugly months but also because while we were stuck in the Tehran-Shemshak's ever existing traffic and bad drivers...mom told us (her three kids) to never smoke or drink. Now...years later I still don't smoke cigarettes/drugs...I don't eat pork (red meat in general,) fried food, and I don't drink alcohol or coffee but (yes there is a but) I am a chocoholic. Chocolate is my biggest weakness (I see a dark chocolate and I can feel my body is experiencing some sort of immediate ache for the blinking poisonous beauty.)
Why am I writing all these is because as a first time mom I want my daughter...as she grows older to stay away from addictions...to drugs/alcohol and talking heads (keh saro kaleye adam-o mibaran) and Chocolate...