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A Visit to Grandparents' Place | Primary 2 Essay (for 8 year olds) | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Here's a short essay entitled "A Visit to the Grandparents' Place", which I composed when I was 8 years old.



A Visit to the Grandparents’ Place
It was a Saturday afternoon. Tom’s parents brought Tom and his sister to visit their grandparents. Tom and his sister were excited. They had not seen their grandparents for a long time. As their parents drove to their grandparents’ house, they thought of how their grandparents doted on them, like baking them cakes and cookies, buying them books to read, and playing chess and other board games with them.
                  
When they reached their grandparents’ house, Tom and his sister got out of the car and knocked on the door. Their grandparents opened the door and welcomed them with a big hug. There were big smiles on everyone’s faces.
                  
Knowing that Tom and his sister would be hungry, their grandmother had baked their favourite butter cake for them.  Meanwhile, their grandfather chatted with Tom’s parents. After Tom and his sister had gobbled up the entire cake, they played some board games with their grandmother. It was a real fun-filled afternoon!

Soon, it was time to go. Tom and his sister bade their grandparents goodbye reluctantly, and promised their grandparents that they would be coming back again next Saturday. Then they got back into the car for the ride home. Tom and his sister certainly had a wonderful time at their grandparents’ place.

Do you like going to your grandparents' place? I love going to mine as there's lots more space there for me to explore and I get to chat with my grandma, granduncle as well!

See you soon!

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