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It was all my fault (heated quarrel between siblings which got ugly) | Essay for kids | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Here is a featured essay "It was all my fault" I wrote in class during my Primary Five days at Ngee Ann Primary School. Quarrels among siblings are very common. However at times, things could go out of hand ... 

            It was all my fault.

            My sister, Nicole would always get whatever she wanted. From the day Nicole was born, my parents diverted their love from me to her as she had cute chestnut brown eyes and toothless gums. As for me, I was simply ignored and cast aside. This made me become as jealous as a Spaniard and caused many arguments between Nicole and me. Despite her best efforts, Mother could not stop us from being at loggerheads with each other.

            But that fateful incident changed everything.

            “Just because you are the apple of Mother’s eye doesn’t mean that you can have all the things you want!” I shouted, anger engulfing me like a fire-breathing dragon. “But aren’t you supposed to be kind to your younger siblings?” Nicole argued defensively. As usual, the tranquility of the neighbourhood was shattered by our shrill argument. This argument was about the new Apple computer that Mother had purchased for us the previous day. We were arguing with each other over who got to use it first. Vulgarities peppered the words that we spat out.

            In that fleeting second, all hell broke loose.

            With surprising strength, Nicole managed to snatch the Apple computer away from me. “You can never have it because it’s rightfully mine!” she jeered, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Anger surged through me like an angry snake. Like a bull charging towards a matador, I snatched away the Apple computer and used its screen to smash her head. Crack! The sound reverberated through the house. A million-watt grin was plastered on my face because I finally had the Apple computer, although its screen was shattered and smeared with blood …

            “Natalie, what was that?! Oh my goodness! What have you done to my dear Nicole?” Mother exclaimed in a terse, hoarse voice as she rushed over to attend to Nicole. Looking at the dreadful scene, I saw crimson red blood spurting out of her head continuously. Tears snaked down Mother’s sunken cheeks like a faulty faucet as she dialed for an ambulance on her Samsung phone that she had fished out from her pocket. Remorse and regret overwhelmed me and I plopped down on the floor as the enormity of the situation hit me. Tears began welling up in my eyes. “Oh, the regret! Oh the sorrow! What had I let my jealousy get the better of me?” I thought in abject misery as I stared at Nicole’s lifeless figure.

            It was all my fault.

Remember to keep your temper in check the next time you get angry with anyone or you might find it a little too late to regret your impulsive actions.


Till the next time,
Elijah Wee, Singapore

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