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Clean up after your own mess at home | essay for 9 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore


Here is an essay "Clean up after your own mess at home" - an easy thing to say but sometimes (much to the displeasure of my dad and mom) pretty difficult thing to do ;-)

            The house was grandly furnished with expensive marble flooring and oak wood furniture. The large chandeliers hung from the ceiling in the brightly lit living room. An ornamental vase from China a leather sofa especially ordered in from Europe complemented the lavish interior design of Mrs Tan’s home. Beads of perspiration trickled down her cheeks as Mrs Tan finished with the mopping of the living room. She then went back into her master bedroom and plonked herself onto her king size bed. Her wide grin said it all – she was delighted to be finally home.

            Mrs Tan’s sons, Jack and Mike, were chattering away happily, and feeling triumphant at their football team’s victory. Black clouds began to gather. The wind whispered dismally through the swaying trees. The sky was overcast and the formation of treacherous dark clouds threatened to break anytime. Thunder roared and lightning flashed across the gloomy sky every minute. Without warning, large drops of rain pelted down mercilessly onto the helpless duo, Jack and Mike.

            As the torrential rain blotted everything from view, Jack and Mike decided to hurriedly make their way back home. Like athletes in a 100m dash, Jack and Mike brisk walked back home. As soon as they had reached home, Jack and Mike simply rushed into the house. They had absent-mindedly forgotten of their dirty shoes. Thus resulted in a trail of muddy footprints on the marble floor. A few moments later, Jack and Mike’s hands were both clammy. They exclaimed in dismay and were horrified at the sight before them. The faces of the two boys turned white. The vision of their mother, Mrs Tan, eyes bulging, berating them furiously, played repeatedly in their minds like a movie reel.

            Jack and Mike immediately got to work. They took a mop and filling a red bucket with water to the brim, they mopped the dirty area in the living room. Jack and Mike each took turns. Fortunately, their quick thinking and proactive behavior allowed them to finish cleaning the marble floor in the nick of time.

            At that juncture, Mrs Tan came out from her master bedroom. Being responsible and sensible boys and knowing that they were in the wrong, Jack and Mike went to confess their wrongdoings. Instead of reprimanding Jack and Mike, Mrs Tan advised them, “Next time, remove your shoes before entering the house.” Mrs Tan gently ruffled both Jack and Mike’s hair, and placed an affectionate hand on their shoulders as a form of reassurance.

            After that incident, Jack and Mike realized what the meaning of  the proverb ‘Honesty is the best policy’ was.

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