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That was the best birthday party ever! | Essay for 10 year olds | Stephanie Luong | Singapore

"That was the best birthday party ever!" is the title of this next essay from my Ngee Ann Primary School classmate, Stephanie Luong.



            “That was the best party ever!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I helped clean up the leftover food lying on the table. I was too besieged with exhilaration and jubilation to even pick up a plastic cup. I kept replaying in my head several times what happened that day…

            I woke up early that fine Saturday morning. The smell of dew filled my nostrils as I quickly slipped on a pair of denim jeans and a t-shirt. I took a quick peep out of my window and saw the sun still lazily rising over the horizon. I dashed down the stairs with a spring in my step. When I entered the kitchen, I was shocked! There were no presents, no breakfast prepared and not even a simple birthday cake! I tried my best to fight back the tears that was starting to well up in my eyes.


            “Have they forgotten about my birthday?” I asked myself as I slapped on some butter on my toast and walked grumpily towards my favourite chair. “Maybe, it won’t be so bad after all,” I thought to myself. However, I spoke too soon. I sat down and… ‘Pprrph!’ Startled, I jumped up and realized that I had sat on a ‘whopee’ cushion, and on top of the cushion was a note with “Happy Birthday! Haha! Love, your brother, Harry!” written on it. I stared angrily at the note, picked it up and tore it into pieces. I could feel the tears splattering on my cheeks for the second time that day. I stormed angrily out of the house and perched myself on the front steps. I sighed heavily as I wiped away the tears from my tear-stained cheeks.


            Soon, I heard the sound of coffee beans being grinded. After what I had been through, I promised to never go into the house again. Unfortunately, my stomach ‘disagreed’ with me as it started rumbling. I took a deep breath, got up slowly and walked into the house. What I saw made me nearly faint! Right in front of my very eyes were all my closest friends, each with a present in hand. They all shouted a loud and clear “Happy Birthday!” Even Harry did! I started tearing again. I was touched to see everyone I loved at my surprise party!


            “Thank you all so much!” I managed to gush as I gave all my friends a bear hug. Soon, the party began! Whilst I was dancing to the latest hits, I pulled Harry aside and asked him how he managed to get all my friends there. “A magician never reveals his secret!” he said smugly. I shrugged and got back on the dance floor.


            Soon, it was time for my birthday speech. Everyone listened in awe as I finished my last sentence. What more could a person ask for other than a loving family?


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Hope you have enjoyed this latest series of birthday celebration essays. Speaking about birthdays ... 9 August 2013 is when my beloved home, Singapore turns just 48!

Till the next time,

Elijah Wee, Singapore

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