Elijah's Life Experiences

The following essay "Life with Ralf - my pet rat's tale" was composed when I was ten years old.          The moment had come.          As the doors of doom closed, tears fell like arrows of devastation from my mournful chestnut brown eyes. Just then, memories of Ralf like images on a movie reel started playing back in my mind …          The day had finally arrived.          A few days earlier, I had managed to persuade Father and Mother into allowing me to adopt a pet from SPCA. Oh, I can still smell the sweet scent of success of my momentous victory over Father and Mother.          Entering the SPCA, I was met with a blur of animals in their enclosures, from cats lazing around to dogs barking for attention. However, none of the animals caught my fancy at first sig...

When I read about the following STOMP article "Sad to see boy sleeping on the ground" in July 2012,  I was nearly choked by my emotions when I read this moving article.   This poor boy, shown in the photo sleeping, is growing up without his parents by his side to guide him in life.  Although he currently has his grandmother to look after him, she has grown blind recently and lacked the financial resources to care for both of them.  One day he will be all alone to fend for himself unless a Samaritan or an orphanage offers to bring him up.  Sadness wells up from deep within me when the above thoughts crossed my mind. I applaud the writer of this article in Stomp, who helped to highlight the story of this young unfortunate child, as a plea for the Government and public to help. After reading this story, I start to appreciate my parents and grandmother ever so much more.  They actually mean well when they reprimand me for not focusing on my work as...