This morning, I drove my father to the mall to make his own canvas since I told him that I had come across a photo shop that was promoting make your own canvas at reasonable prices. He was so excited because he was looking for the perfect gift for my mother’s birthday, and he was almost out of his wits trying to find the gift online. He had chosen a stunning photo of my mother when she won the crowning title of a beauty pageant held many years ago when she was working in a company. When I informed my father that you could make your own canvas within a couple of hours, he asked if I could take him, which I said of course, since there was no one else around to drive him. When we arrived, the salesperson asked if we would like to buy a frame from his shop or at other places. We decided to choose one from his shop.