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The Lost Purse | Primary 2 Essay for 8 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Here is a short essay I wrote about the lost purse when I was in Primary 2 (8 years old).
The Lost Purse
One sunny day, Mrs. Lim returned home after spending the entire day out shopping.  After putting away the things she had bought, Mrs. Lim went into her room to take out her belongings from her handbag.  After taking everything out, she discovered to her horror that her purse was missing!  Mrs. Lim was shocked!  She searched everywhere in the house but she still could not find her purse.  Worried, Mrs. Lim decided to go to the police station.

When Mrs. Lim got there, she saw a man with a purse that looked like hers.  “It must be mine,” thought Mrs. Lim.  She quickly told the man it was hers.  The man gave the purse back to her.  Mrs. Lim was so relieved to have found her purse.  She thanked the man profusely for being so honest and wanted to offer him a reward.  The man instead refused the reward and told Mrs. Lim that it was his duty to return things he found.  Mrs. Lim was happy that things have turned out well in the end.

Have you lost any of your precious belongings before? I for one have been muddle-headed and tend to forget where I misplaced my toys, much to my dad's displeasure.

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Elijah Wee, Singapore

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