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The Surprise Birthday Party | Primary 2 essay for 8 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

I have always loved birthday parties, whether it be mine or my friends'. Here is an essay on "The Surprise Birthday Party", which I wrote when I was in Primary 2 (8 years old).


The Surprise Birthday Party
It was a beautiful Saturday morning. Jill was excited today as it was her birthday. She went down the stairs to have her breakfast with her family. Jill was excited as she ate her delicious breakfast. She was looking forward to her birthday party.

In the afternoon, the whole family except Jill, went out shopping. Jill decided to take a nap while waiting for them.
                  
When she woke up, Jill went into the living room to check if her family had returned home. She found that the living room was dark and nobody was around. Strange, it was already into the night and her family had not yet come home. Jill decided to get a drink from the kitchen. Out of the bolt, she heard some noises from the living room. Jill rushed there to see what was happening. She gasped as she saw her family and friends in the brightly lit living room which was nicely decorated. There was a huge birthday cake and a delicious spread of food on the table. Jill was elated to find many birthday gifts including a bicycle next to the table. She rushed forward and hugged her parents with joy.

Everyone then started to sing the birthday song to Jill. After getting their fill from the food and cake, everyone enjoyed themselves by playing some party games. The birthday finally ended two hours later. It was a most memorable birthday celebration for Jill!

Do you have a memorable birthday party you would like to tell about?

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Elijah Wee, Singapore

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