The Perfect Holiday

Today is my birthday and I'm on holiday with my parents. We had been on the plane for three hours, then we had been on what seemed to be the longest journey ever, to the ski-resort in the French Alps.
As I went downstairs to breakfast, I looked out of the windows and saw the mountains beaming at me. I felt the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
Mum and Dad were already eating breakfast, Mum had orange juice, apparently she's on another diet. "Happy Birthday Anna" they cheered in unison. I had totally forgotten it was my birthday.
The room wasn't very busy, people had left to hit the slo…