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Birthday … the day was (supposed to) to be fun … | Essay for 10 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore


A rather unexpected turn in events ... "Birthday … the day was (supposed to) to be fun … " - an essay I did up during class at Ngee Ann Primary School.


     The day was going to be fun!

     I was preparing for my birthday that day with my parents and my younger brother, Matthew, and my younger sister, Allison. "Justin, when are we going to throw the party?" Matthew asked, exhilaration bubbling out from him like bubbles from a soda bottle.

     "Soon," I replied and threw a smile at Matthew.

     In next to no time, we had decorated the whole entire house with colourful decorations and finished the task of preparing the scrumptious food. I grinned smugly, for I, the birthday boy, had done my part in preparing for the party!

     Knock! Knock! Was there someone at the door? As soon as I opened the door, I saw my friends' beaming faces. They were indeed as cheery as sunbeams! Each one of them had presents on their hands.

     The next half an hour was spent on party games and receiving gifts from my fellow friends. However, an impending event was destined to happen very soon.

     The living room was filled with cheers after I blew the candles on my vanilla chiffon  cake and made a wish. Father, although being the sole breadwinner of the house and usually exhausted, forced out a smile on seeing me so delighted. Mother, however was a different thing altogether. She was very elated as I was enjoying the party. I even caught a glimpse of Mother's chestnut brown eyes sparkling like stars!

     I was just about to have the whale of my time when I heard a cry for help.

     "Help!" Someone, please!"

     It was growing louder and louder till it sliced through my eardrums. By now, all my friends and my parents were aware of the cry. It seemed to be a familiar voice coming from ... wait a minute, Allison!

     I dashed to the source of the cry and to my utmost horror, I saw Allison and Matthew running away from a burning bed in their room! The fire was a big black beast, sending showers of sparks everywhere. Smoke billowed from the blazing flames.

     Without hesitation, I went to my parents to get help. Together, my parents and I fetched buckets of water to put out the crimson-red flames. Eventually, the fire was put out.

     "Allison, what happened?" I gently asked my younger sister.

     Suddenly, like a faulty faucet, tears began rolling down like broken beads from Allison's cheeks. She then narrated her story in between sobs.

     The fire, as I found out later on, was caused by Matthew and Allison. They were playing with lit candles when one of them accidentally dropped the candles.

     "Will you forgive us?" Matthew and Allison chorused with a tinge of fear. Taking pity on them, my parents and I forgave them but gently lectured them on the dangers when playing with fire.

     That incident was the worst incident in Matthew's and Allison's childhood. Till this day, the nightmarish incident is still chip on their back. As the age-old saying goes, "Once bitten twice shy." How true!

What an unusual and unexpected twist to a birthday celebration! Do you have any stories to share on unexpected twists in events you have experienced?


See you later,

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