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Lost for words | Essay for kids | Elijah Wee | Singapore

"Lost for words" for a most unfortunate and unwarranted action ... 

            Lost for words.

            It all started because of Mother’s favourite book, which was a gift from her best friend, being torn to shreds. Fuming with rage, Mother was as mad as a hornet. Marching towards my brother, Luke and me, Mother stared daggers at both of us. “Who did it?” Who had the nerves of steel to rip up my book? Perhaps it was you, James?” Mother’s murderous looks chiseled through me. I turned tongue-tied. “But … but how – “ “Don’t deny the truth!” I know it’s you for certain!” Mother thundered as she stared at me balefully. I had to endure what seemed like hell for a torturous hour before being let off. When Mother stormed away, I muttered under my breath, “Why am I always being reprimanded by Mother?” I was definitely an unlucky child. Why was Luke always the apple of her eye? Why? Speaking of Luke, did I just see him grin?

            It then dawned on me that perhaps Luke was the culprit, the one behind the prank. My blood began to boil. Anger engulfed me like a fire-breathing dragon of rage. Scarlet with fury, I marched towards Luke and asked, “Were you the one who ripped up the books?” “Seriously, for the first and last time, I did – “ Cutting in, I snapped, “Do you think I’m that stupid or what?” Before Luke could protest, I landed a powerhouse kick that sent Luke flying into the recently whitewashed wall. A howl of pain escaped from Luke’s throat, reverberating throughout the house. All of a sudden, pin-drop silence encompassed the house. My legs turned to jelly when I saw blood spurting out from Luke’s hand. Did I just cause all of this?

            Coincidentally, Mother happened to pass by. Seeing Luke’s lifeless body, Mother’s eyes dilated with concern and pain. “Oh no, Luke! My precious Luke! James, what have you done to him?” Mother cried aloud, as she hugged Luke tightly. Tears fell like arrows of devastation and sadness from Mother’s hazelnut brown eyes. Staring at Mother and my unconscious brother, I felt like a criminal waiting for his sentence to be passed. I was lost for words.

            Lost for words because of my impulsive act, an act of envy.

            Lost for words because of what I had done.

            Lost for words.
Signing off until the next essay,
Elijah Wee, Singapore


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