I wrote the following essay when I was 9 years old. It recounts a story around "The Family Heirloom".
The sun streaming through the window, faintly outlined the furniture in the spacious study of the mansion. The study was beautifully furnished with golden drapes and a large piece of oil painting which hung just next to a towering bookshelf made of mahogany.
As cheery as a sunbeam and a twinkle in her eyes, Cynthia entered the study with a spring in her step. Entering the room, she muttered saying that this was the most beloved part of the mansion. Cynthia was the ten-year-old daughter of the owner of the mansion. That day being a public holiday, Cynthia’s mother made her clean the bookshelves in the study.
While cleaning them, she was fascinated with the vast collection of books lined up on the bookshelves. At that juncture, Cynthia spotted an unfamiliar looking box on the lowest part of the bookshelf. Puzzled, she stared at it wondering, “What is inside that box?” Curiosity got the better of her and she reached out for it.
Picking up the box gingerly, Cynthia placed it onto the nearby study table. On opening the box, Cynthia let out an audible squeal of surprise. In the box, a mysterious object wrapped up in an ancient cloth beckoned her. As she uncovered the contents within the cloth wrapping, Cynthia felt her heart pounding and her hands trembling in anticipation.
To her surprise, she discovered a box of gold coins and a note addressed to her. The note read as follows “Dear Cynthia, this collection of gold coins is a family heirloom which has been handed down from generation to generation. I’m now leaving it with you. Please take good care of it. With love, your grandfather.” Like a broken faucet, tears instantly rolled down her rosy cheeks as fond memories of her deceased grandfather came to mind.
Excitedly, Cynthia rushed to inform her parents on what she had found. Both of her parents and Cynthia then gathered into the study and spent the rest of the afternoon reminiscing about the life story of Cynthia’s grandfather.
The next day, Cynthia’s father opened a bank account for Cynthia and stored the gold coins there. Cynthia kept one gold coin as a momento of her grandfather, which she always kept dearly by her side wherever she went.
How did you find the story? I look forward to get more writers to this blog and my father is currently working to get his friends to contribute essays from their kids too. So, fingers crossed to see more creative works from more kids out there!
C ya!
Elijah Wee
Photo credit: crowolf / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-SA
The sun streaming through the window, faintly outlined the furniture in the spacious study of the mansion. The study was beautifully furnished with golden drapes and a large piece of oil painting which hung just next to a towering bookshelf made of mahogany.
As cheery as a sunbeam and a twinkle in her eyes, Cynthia entered the study with a spring in her step. Entering the room, she muttered saying that this was the most beloved part of the mansion. Cynthia was the ten-year-old daughter of the owner of the mansion. That day being a public holiday, Cynthia’s mother made her clean the bookshelves in the study.
While cleaning them, she was fascinated with the vast collection of books lined up on the bookshelves. At that juncture, Cynthia spotted an unfamiliar looking box on the lowest part of the bookshelf. Puzzled, she stared at it wondering, “What is inside that box?” Curiosity got the better of her and she reached out for it.
Picking up the box gingerly, Cynthia placed it onto the nearby study table. On opening the box, Cynthia let out an audible squeal of surprise. In the box, a mysterious object wrapped up in an ancient cloth beckoned her. As she uncovered the contents within the cloth wrapping, Cynthia felt her heart pounding and her hands trembling in anticipation.
To her surprise, she discovered a box of gold coins and a note addressed to her. The note read as follows “Dear Cynthia, this collection of gold coins is a family heirloom which has been handed down from generation to generation. I’m now leaving it with you. Please take good care of it. With love, your grandfather.” Like a broken faucet, tears instantly rolled down her rosy cheeks as fond memories of her deceased grandfather came to mind.
Excitedly, Cynthia rushed to inform her parents on what she had found. Both of her parents and Cynthia then gathered into the study and spent the rest of the afternoon reminiscing about the life story of Cynthia’s grandfather.
The next day, Cynthia’s father opened a bank account for Cynthia and stored the gold coins there. Cynthia kept one gold coin as a momento of her grandfather, which she always kept dearly by her side wherever she went.
How did you find the story? I look forward to get more writers to this blog and my father is currently working to get his friends to contribute essays from their kids too. So, fingers crossed to see more creative works from more kids out there!
C ya!
Elijah Wee
Photo credit: crowolf / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-SA
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