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Blood is thicker than water | Essay for kids | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Many a time, you may have heard about the saying that "Blood is thicker than water". Don't agree, well read on ... 

            Blood is thicker than water.

            I had always despised him. I had always wondered why he had been treated better than me. He was always the apple of my parent’s eye. On the other hand, I was perpetually lashed out at. To me, I was the black sheep in my family. At school, he scored better results than me. He was none other than my brother, Jason. Little did I expect things to change for the better after that incident.

            “ Your brother is really such a jerk. I agree with you, he really is one,” My best friend, Thomas replied once I had narrated to him how things had turned out between Jason and I during recess at an alley behind the canteen. Thomas was a more reliable person. Whenever I tell him about any setback I might be experiencing, Thomas would always dispense sound advice to me. His close friends also told me that he was a true friend and would always help in times of trouble. That was what I had believed for a long time, until now.

            At that juncture, a shadow loomed over me like a storm cloud, accompanied by the familiar footsteps of menace. Turning around, I saw a boy with arched eyebrows and a lanky frame, his school uniform put on messily.

            It was Jack, the notorious school bully.

            Seeing Jack, Thomas seemed to be scared out of his wits. Without hesitation, he fled, as quick as a bullet from a gun. Chuckling, he cornered me like a trapped animal. Brandishing a penknife, he demanded in a quiet tone, “Do you have any money?” Startled, I was tongue-tied.

            “I said, do you – “ Whatever he had said was interrupted by another voice. “Excuse me, what are you doing to my sister?” I recognised this voice. It was Jason’s. Looking behind, Jack gawked in wide-eyed terror, as his eyes met Jason’s.

            Regaining his composure, Jack dropped his penknife and scooted off like a dissipated poof of smoke. The buzzing activity in the canteen behind us was the only noise that filled the air before Jason suppressed a mirthful smile and said in his baritone voice, “Recess is almost over. Let’s head over to the assembly hall.” As I followed Jason like a faithful dog, I recalled Thomas’s words. My face flushed like a beetroot. My conscience pricked me as I felt how foolish I had been to take Thomas’s advice. Guilt stung my gut sharply as I witnessed and learnt something that day.

            Blood is thicker than water.

 By: Elijah Wee, Singapore



            
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