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Incident of the broken vase – a case of trying to multi-task | Essay for 9 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore


Here is a piece of work I did up during my Primary Three December school holidays - "Incident of the broken vase – a case of trying to multi-task".


“I will be back in the evening, Sammi,” Sammi’s mother, Mrs Muthu informed Sammi. Sammi replied,”When both of you get back, I promise that every nook and cranny of the house will be spick and span.” Sammi had volunteered to clean up the house while her parents attended a wedding dinner.

When Sammi’s parents left, Sammi began cleaning the house. She mopped the marble floor and swept meticulously every part of the house. When she was almost done, she smiled broadly, appreciative of a job well done. However, there was still more thing to do and that was to wipe the dust off the furniture. Without hesitation, she started working on it.

As she was dusting, it then dawned on her that her favourite cartoon had just started. Sharing rooted to the ground, she was in a dilemma for a while as to whether to wipe Mrs Muthu’s favourite vase or to watch her favourite cartoon. She then decided that she could do both at the same time. Sammi chuckled as she watched the hilarious show. Just then, her grasp on the vase weakened and the vase slipped through her fingers. The priceless vase shattered into pieces as it hit the marble floor. The loud crash startled Sammi out of her wits. She then looked around the source of the noise. When Sammi saw the mess, her coal black eyes bulged like a frog ad her jaw dropped in utter dismay.

Regaining her composure, Sammi decided to take immediate action. Skillfully, she picked up a broom and swept up the pieces of the broken vase into the dustpan. Once done, she emptied the pieces into the dustbin.

At that juncture, the unlocking of the door could be heard. Sammi’s parents returned! Initially, panic-stricken, Sammi immediately decided to do the right thing by confessing to Mrs Muthu what had happened. When Sammi confessed her mistake to Mrs Muthu, her hazelnut brown eyes narrowed. Sammi felt as though they would burn right through her. Mrs Muthu’s face was a red mask of fury and her eyes were smouldering with anger. Without a chance for any explanation, she began reprimanding Sammi incessantly for her irresponsible act. Sammi simply put her head down, ashamed of what she had done. Despite her repeated apologies, Mrs Muthu would not hear anything of it. Nevertheless, Sammi persisted. It was only after half an hour that Mrs Muthu finally relented and calmed down.

Since that incident, Sammi kept her promise and never did she multi-task again. Sammi had learnt a valuable lesson that day – one which she would remember for many years to come.

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I certainly have been at the receiving end of punishments for breakage of stuff at home. However, I always find that honesty is the best policy and will rather own up and face the music. That's a principle in life my parents have been trying to inculcate into me. How about you? Any experiences to share?


Talk soon,

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