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The disappointment to Mother | English Essay for Kids | Elijah Wee | Singapore

The disappointment to Mother

            What a disappointment I was to Mother.

            It all started with a pen. This pen was starting to be a popular trend in my class. Everywhere I looked in my classroom, the pen was there. Whenever m friends asked whether I had the pen, I would just turn away shamefaced, my face flushed to a beetroot. To make matters worse, Mother was adamant in not purchasing the pen. One day, I just could not take it anymore and decided to execute my diabolical plan to get my object of desire after school.

            Finally, school was over.

            Making a dash for the bookstore beside my school, I went through my plan mentally. Take close scrutiny of the security guard before taking the pen when he was not watching. Sounded as easy as shooting fish into a barrel or so I thought …

            Cool air from the airconditioner caressed my cheeks as I entered the bookstore. Scanning shelf after shelf with my chestnut brown eyes, I finally found the pen I wanted. The desired object was displayed proudly in a glass container gleaming as if it was beckoning me to take it. On seeing the security guard turn away from my direction, I swooped into action. Swooping like a famished scavenger towards the shelf with the glass container, I grabbed the pen and stuffed it hastily into my schoolbag. Scanning the area like a robber looking out for men in blue, I made my way towards the exit.

            “Stop right there, boy!”

            Apprehension ruptured my gut as I caught a glimpse of the bulldog like countenance of the security guard. Furrowing his thick bushy eyebrows in displeasure, he gestured for me to follow him. I refused. Much to my utter embarrassment, the security guard harshly bellowed for me to follow him. Without any further resistance, I followed the security guard like lamb to a slaughter. I could feel the quizzical looks on my back and the giggles that loomed over me like storm clouds as I walked towards my doom. My terrible doom.

            No sooner had we entered the store manager’s office that I was seated on a brightly-coloured chair. Even from across the 1 metre wide desk, I could feel the ire that radiated off the store manager. Listening to the series of events that had unfolded from the security guard, the manager looked piercingly into my soul, and questioned me, poker-faced, why I had resorted to theft in his store. Reduced to a clip mouth stutter, I could only utter the words, “Please … please do not call my parents.” His only response was picking up the phone and asking for Mother’s phone number callously. Crestfallen, I told him. Glaring at me for the upteemth time, the store manager rattled off the situation to Mother like a M-16 rifle. An image of Mother’s disappointed face on the other line as she listened shattered my heart. I turned away, tears beginning to snake down my cheeks and sobs bemoaning my devastated face.


            What a disappointment I was to Mother.

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Till the next writing,
Elijah Wee, Singapore


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