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Case of a mistaken identity | Essay for kids | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Hi there. Have you ever experienced a "case of a mistaken identity"?

            I shed a tear of pity.

            “Why must I always be the one who accompanies Mother?” I lamented as Mother and I entered yet another store. It was the Great Singapore Sale and Mother had insisted on me being her companion. Again, since Father had pretended to sleep. Browsing through the neatly arranged clothes hangers to pass my time, I caught a glimpse of an old lady staring at me wide-eyed. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish intermittently. What was wrong with her?

            “My son! Percy, my dear Percy, are you alright?” the old lady walked towards me and shook me profusely. I was at a loss for words. My name was Justin, not Percy. This had to be some sort of mistake! This old lady had chestnut brown eyes and skin as tightly drawn as an onion was no relative of mine! Before I could even utter a single word. The old lady continued, “Thank the Gods you are safe and sound. Now let’s go home!” Tears snaked down her wrinkled cheeks like broken beads as she held my hand, ready to bring me back home. I tried to resist but to no avail. Her grip was simply strong despite her petite frail frame. “You must be mistaken! I’m not even your grandson!” I babbled incessantly, but whatever words I had uttered was overwhelmed by the background noise. Muttering a silent plea for help, I hoped someone would come and save me from this unexpected predicament. As we neared the exit, I shut my eyes. No escape …

            “Hey, what are you trying to do to my son?” A familiar voice drifted towards my ears. It was music to my ears. It was Mother! Scooting towards us like a dissipated poof of smoke, she asked the old lady was she was doing. A terse conversation ensued before the old lady trudged away with misery blanched all over her face. Mother then broke the news. Apparently, the old lady had dementia. This caused her to think that I was her long lost son, Percy who had been killed by a speeding car. I felt a dull throb of sadness for the old lady. Looking at the old lady’s slumped figure disappearing slowly into a crowd, tears began welling up in my jet black eyes.

            I shed a tear of pity.

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Elijah Wee, Singapore



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