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Visit to an Old Folks' Home Version 2 | Essay for 9 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Here is another version of "Visit to an Old Folks' Home" which I did up when I was 9 years old (Primary three grade in Singapore).

            “Yay!” one of Mike’s friends, Tom, exclaimed excitedly.  “We are going to an old folks’ home.”  Mike and his friends had volunteered to go on a trip to the old folks’ home as part of their school’s Community Involvement Programme.  The pupils were all bubbling with excitement as it was their first visit to an old folks’ home.  After their teacher, Mrs Lim had briefed them about the activities that were for the day, they were soon en route to St Michael’s Old Folks’ Home.


             Half an hour of a smooth bus journey and they arrived at their destination at 2pm sharp.  After everyone had alighted and assembled in front of the school bus, their teacher, Mrs Lim, gave the pupils a second briefing on their upcoming performance for the elderly at the old folks’ home.  After that, the pupils were whisked off to the old folks’ home to prepare for their performance.

            Half an hour later, the curtains were raised for their performance.  There was a song in every heart, cheerfulness in every face and spring in every step as the concert commenced.  As cheery as a sunbeam, everyone played a part – some sang joyfully and others danced gracefully.  The accompanying musical instruments added to the delightful concert.  The elderly were all smiles and appreciated the tremendous effort put in by the pupils during the hour long concert.  The elderly applauded loudly and cheered joyously to show their heartfelt appreciation.

            An hour slipped by and the concert finally ended.  As lively as a cricket, a group of pupils proceeded to spend time talking to the old folks over a range of topics.  There was another group of pupils who engaged them with board games.  Others strolled along the corridors with the elderly reminiscing the past.  Later that afternoon, the pupils handed gifts to the elderly and upon receiving the gifts, the elderly beamed in gratitude and thanked the pupils incessantly for taking time to spend it with them.

           All too soon, the sun was setting and it was time for the pupils to leave.  In sheer reluctance, the pupils dragged themselves and boarded the bus in an orderly manner.  The residents of the old folks’ home sadly bid farewell to their new found friends.

            It had been the most enjoyable experience for Mike and his friends.  What especially made the outing to the old folks’ home heartwarming was the see broad smiles and happy chatter they had brought forth to the residents of the old folks’ home.

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