English Tuition: Scoring Well

At Everyday Tuition, we are scratching our pretty (but intelligent) heads as we position my laptop on my laps, in the productive time ever on how to put across in simple terms, the pipedream of every ambitious PSLE Parent, i.e. how to ensure the well being of PSLE students is our PSLE English Tuition. For example, how can we tailor our English tuition to suit the constant demands of the everchanging MOE syllabus? At the same time do check out our other posts on Math tuition and Science tuition!

Therefore, how to enable them to score that A or A star? As a result, we came up with this short, sharp sweet blog of 3 points:

  1. Do read ONE essay a day, starting from A YEAR, before your big PSLE day.
  2. Do your due diligence of completing Practice Papers. They help a lot!
  3. Never heard of Phrasal Verbs and Prefixes? Welcome to the world of A students in English Tuition! Read student testimonies and give us a LIKE on our Facebook page with a screenshot to get FREE notes!

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How to study and score in PSLE Science

Students in Singapore study science as a subject from Primary 3 to Primary 6, followed by Secondary
1 and 2. The syllabus introduce the Scientific Method to children in a tender age and lay an
important foundation for them to pursue specialized science subjects in higher education, and
aspiring STEM professionals in research, academia, engineering, chemical and life sciences.
In Primary School science, there are 33 topics requiring 14 process skills to be acquired. It may seem
daunting, but with correct guidance the child could achieve the coveted distinction (AL1 – formerly
A- Star) grade in his / her PSLE result. Everyday Tuition will help your child achieve his / her greatest
potential in the PSLE exam.

Understand the syllabus and exam format well
Firstly, the student needs to be familiar with all the PSLE syllabus, the knowledge and concepts
taught. He / she also needs to be aware of the exam format for Booklet A (Multiple Choice
Questions) and Booklet B (Open Ended Questions).

Read the exam questions and each MCQ answer carefully, note keywords and understand
requirements of each type of question

The student need to read the questions and to identify instructional keywords in exam question to
understand what the questions are asking for. Next the he/she needs to identify which the scientific
topic or topics which the question refers to so that he / she can formulate his / her answer.
Sometimes, multiple science topics can be tested in the same question, so the student needs to be
able to link the concepts from more than one topic for the answer.

Apply correct answering techniques for each type of question type
The Student needs to correctly follow the instruction given in the question. To answer well, the
student need to recall the science knowledge in the knowledge, understand what is needed to
answer, then proceed to analyse and evaluate the science concepts to fit the question requirements,
and finally express science ideas clearly in his / her answer.

Be specific – use precise scientific vocabulary in answer
The student needs to use the correct technical language such as scientific words and phrases in the
exam answer to score full marks. Ambiguous answers will result in marks being deducted.

Apply key scientific ideas and key concepts to new conditions and processes
When the child has mastered the basic scientific knowledge and concepts, he /she will need to
practice different questions so that he / she can expose himself/herself to various exam questions.
During this time, the student will proceed from topical revision to full exam preparation revision.

Finally, students need to start revision early, and study systematically and consistently.

We recommend students to start preparing for PSLE while in Primary 4 when the schools are teaching
the Lower Block topics, proceeding to the Upper Block topics. During Primary 5 and Primary 6, the
schools will continue to teach new knowledge while the other examinable topics need to be
regularly revised and reinforced. Finally, at the start of Primary 6, the schools will be completing
their syllabus topics and proceed to full revision a few months before the scheduled PSLE exam.
Everyday tuition will guide your child throughout his / her learning journey.

Should I get the same tutor?

Same Tutor for English Math Science. Is that even possible or conceivable????

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Nowadays parents of PSLE and Secondary Schools have a vexing concern, should we get the same tuition centre for all subjects (cheaper of course), or try different tutors for different subjects? (Specialised mah!!)

A Happy Mix

Well, why not try a happy mix of both in tuition centres such as Everyday Tuition, where you can mix and match your subjects with package deals. For example, you get to pay $199 for group tuition of one subject with other students. Thus, this means we pay a lower price of $149 EACH for TWO subjects in a group with other students and paying only a minor sum of $133 for THREE subjects with homework guaranteed to keep your son or daughter occupied?

A More Than Competent Tutor

Not sure what kind of tutor you are getting? Additionally, check out Dr Anngieline Lu who has delighted the hearts and souls of many help-seeking individuals including parents and students. She will attend to you with tender loving care and push you to the best of your abilities to score that coveted grade. Dr Lu loves to spend her efforts particularly on B4 to F9 students, as seeing them grade-jump is such a joy. Truthfully these are the ones who GENUINELY need help!

We will certainly go for the same tutor. If s/he can produce results time and again, it means s/he is highly academic. S/he knows what it takes to ACE and get that A1 or A2 for your kid. We are not kidding you. We are Serious!!!!

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Math Tuition – how to score?

Need help in Math tuition? Join Everyday Tuition to find out why your problem sums are perplexing and how to overcome them. Especially by using Model Math!

At Everyday Tuition, and sipping coffee with our ipads and scratching the ipads with the pencils late into the night, the pure objective of research is to gather information to better transfer the skills of Careful Additions and Subtractions to our ever geeky adorable Upper Primary and Lower Primary kids who are scrambling to look for intense help on Math Model Drawing. Look no further!

Your classmates seem to have all the edge, they are always aceing the class and seem more confident when their teachers call them to the whiteboard to show off their Math Model Drawing skills. Why is that so?

Fractions, Decimals, Volume, Speed……..and most importantly if they appear in Problem Sums, how to deal with them?

If you wish to score really well and make a mark for your PSLE Math from this day onwards, and impress your teacher with the correct worked solutions and much fewer careless mistakes, join us at Everyday Tuition, Math Concepts and Solutions. We will take your hand and show you step by step, why you make the current mistakes that you do, and how to overcome them.

Isn’t it lovely when Math becomes a no-brainer?

The Value Of A 5-Cent Coin – P5 Model Essay

Dappled sun shone through the trees, creating mysterious shadows. Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of the afternoon sunlight that slanted through many windows. Roads shimmered in the heat of the midday sun. The sunlit skyscrapers pierced the hot blue sky that was dotted with fluffy clouds, that drifted lazily.

I was walking home from school while humming my favourite tune. As I walked towards Pending LRT, I spotted a shabby man in a patched T-shirt. He was crying bitterly at one corner of the street. I was taken aback as I had never in my life seen an adult crying in a street before. Being curious, I walked towards him…

As I looked at him at close-range, he looked like he was in his sixties. The man had sunken eyes, a bulbous nose and thin matted hair. His face was puffy, pale, oily and also riddled with pockmarks. He smiled repulsively, revealing stained and dirty teeth. Tears were flowing down his cheeks too.

‘Oh my god! What happened?’ I asked myself. The man started blankly at me. It really irked me!

‘Excuse me? Why are you sitting here crying?’ I questioned him.

‘Gu gah gu gah…’ the man replied.

‘Oh forget it! How am I going to understand what this ‘baby’ is talking about?’ I asked myself.

At several intervals, I noticed the claustrophobic man who looked rather jittery was sweating profusely. His both eyes kept glancing into the shallow drain right in front of him. He looked into it in a frenzy of panic. Not long after I spotted that, I then also saw a wooden bowl next to him. There was also a name card booked over his neck.

‘Could he be a beggar?’ I guessed.

‘That guy looked sad and despair. His eyes glistened with tears. I really pity him. Suddenly, he spoke a few babyish language.

‘Gah…Gah…’ while pointing into the drain.

‘Something important must have dropped in.’ I guessed. I helped the old man to lift the drain cover with all my strength.

‘Arh… Arh…’ I moaned.

Not long, the drain lid open. I felt weak with relief… I sat down on the ground and thanked God.

‘Yi? What did the man exactly wanted to take?’

Slowly, I saw the man lifting up a dirty 50-cent coin. Oh my! After going so much trouble, the man only wanted to get that? I could simply take one out from my pocket if I understood what he was trying to tell me.

Later, I tried to call the number on the card. After all the chatting, I realised that he was a retarded man who would usually beg every Thursday. His precious 50-cent must have fallen into the drain. Guessed he could not bear to leave the hard-beg 50 cent in the drain, he decided to stand by the drain and cry.

As I saw him huddle the 50-cent close to his chest and kissing at periodically, I could not help but allow my tears to cloud my eyes. He has taught me something no institution can teach me – to appreciate and value whatever we have …

At Everyday Tuition, we are scratching our pretty (but intelligent) heads as we position my laptop on my laps, in the productive time ever on how to put across in simple terms, the pipedream of every ambitious PSLE Parent, i.e. how to ensure the well being of PSLE students is our PSLE English Tuition. For example, how can we tailor our English tuition to suit the constant demands of the everchanging MOE syllabus? At the same time do check out our other posts on Math tuition and Science tuition!

Therefore, how to enable them to score that A or A star? As a result, we came up with this short, sharp sweet blog of 3 points:

  1. Do read ONE essay a day, starting from A YEAR, before your big PSLE day.
  2. Do your due diligence of completing Practice Papers. They help a lot!
  3. Never heard of Phrasal Verbs and Prefixes? Welcome to the world of A students in English Tuition! Read student testimonies and give us a LIKE on our Facebook page with a screenshot to get FREE notes!

Narrative: Expectations – Sec 3 Model Essay

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, Benson had a melancholic look on his face; as if he did not care whether he lived or died. Overwhelmed with despair, he suddenly broke into a loud cry, “Stop it! Leave me alone, please!”

“Why? Feeling like a loser? Wait, you are! You’re pathetic!” the little voice in his head continued to spew vicious insults.

“No! I’m not a loser! I’m Benson, The Flying Fish! I’m the best!”

“The best? Then what happened today? You’ve failed everyone! You don’t deserve to live! You should die! DIE!”

A feeling of emptiness gripped Benson’s heart as floods of tears streamed down his face. He covered his ears with his hands to block off the sinister voice in his head but it only became louder, drowning his sanity.

Benson was a professional swimmer. By the age of 13, he had already won countless gold medals in various national swimming competitions. The Singapore Sports School saw his potential and recruited him with the aim to mould him into a world class swimmer. Benson knew how lucky he was to be given such a wonderful opportunity. His family, friends and coach had high hopes of him and he did not wish to let them down. Thus, he trained hard and long, spending up to 12 hours a day in the pool. His efforts finally paid off when he not only came in first but also broke the world record for the men’s 100-metre freestyle race at the Commonwealth Games.

Overnight, Benson became a sensation. He had exceeded all expectations and everyone loved him. The whole of Singapore celebrated his remarkable victory and he was aptly nicknamed “The Flying Fish” by the media. Everywhere Benson went, he was swamped by legions of ardent supporters. Everybody asked if he would break his own record. Unknown to them, their high expectations brought him tremendous stress. Soon, pressure built up and he was losing sleep and appetite. He also became depressed and kept to himself. His teammates would often see him alone in the changing room, facing the wall and talking to himself. However, not realising that these were the early signs of schizophrenia, they would leave him alone.

The long-awaited race finally arrived. It was the qualifying round for the Olympics Games and Benson had trained tirelessly for this moment. He desperately wanted to do Singapore proud and nothing must go wrong.

Benson stood on the plunge board, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle. Thousands of frightful thoughts flooded his mind and he was talking to himself again. Suddenly, he plunged into the pool. The spectators were flabbergasted. Lowering his head in mortification, Benson returned to his position. One more false start and he would be disqualified. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead as fear gripped him like a vice. He started to tremble violently, as if another person had entered his body. Once again, he dived into the pool before the whistle was heard. His family, friends and coach gasped in horror, unable to believe their eyes. A humiliated Benson emerged from the pool and immediately stormed out of the stadium. His loved ones chased after him and everyone ended up at the rooftop.

Benson was in a state of fluster. The voice in his head was making all kinds of nasty remarks about him and he could not shut it out.

“Look, you loser. Everyone is here to laugh at you! You’re the joke of the century!” the voice ridiculed him.

Benson turned around and looked at his loved ones. All of them were very concerned and anxiety was written all over their faces. Nevertheless, the troubled boy saw an entirely different picture. They were staring at him wide-eyed, trying to stifle their giggles.

“I’m sorry to fail all of you. I’m sorry for not living up to your expectations,” Benson spoke in a faint murmur, gulping back his tears.

Then, he spread his arms and threw himself off the building. A flicker of smile crossed his face as the voice in his head finally stopped.

Adapted from: https://www.sponge-me.com/tag/model-essays/

Discursive/Argumentative: What are some of the values one can learn from the Values in Action Programme (VIA)? – Sec 2 Model Essay

In Singapore, it is compulsory for students of all levels to participate in the Values in Action Programme (VIA). The programme, which requires students to fulfil at least six hours of community work a year, was implemented with the aim of introducing youths to the notion of volunteerism and encouraging them to contribute back to society. As a student who has taken part in several VIA projects, I personally find the programme an educational one that cultivates many good values.

Firstly, VIA inculcates a sense of altruism in students. These days, many parents and educators use the carrot and stick approach to motivate the young to behave well or study hard. While the method has its merits, it also inevitably gives the wrong impression that a good deed should always be rewarded. Such self-serving mindset is unacceptable and can be corrected through VIA. As the programme requires students to volunteer their service for a good cause without expecting remuneration or other forms of reward, they learn to put the needs and happiness of others before their own. This fosters a sense of community spirit and teaches them to be selfless givers, not just takers.

Secondly, VIA nurtures students into caring and compassionate individuals. As Singapore is an affluent country, the majority of youths here lead a comfortable and somewhat sheltered life. Consequently, many are blissfully ignorant of the plight of the less fortunate. VIA awakes their social conscience and allow them to become aware of the problems that affect some people in society such as being poor or suffering from terrible illnesses. Through helping these less fortunate brethren, students will not only learn to show compassion, but also count their blessings and appreciate what they have in life. 

In addition, VIA instils the value of hard work into students. For instance, students participating in a flag day are given the responsibility to collect money in public places for charity. The task is a real test of their diligence and perseverance as they have to be on their feet for hours and overcome all kinds of weather conditions. To raise as much funds as possible, they also have to be bold and conquer their fear of rejection by actively approaching people for donation. Sometimes, they even have to explain what the charity is about and convince people to give generously. It is by no means an easy task but students can look back with great satisfaction that they have worked hard and carried out their duties to the best of their ability.

Apart from that, VIA teaches students the importance of good teamwork. Besides donation drives, the programme also involves students in other volunteer work such as visiting the homes of the underprivileged where they help to clean, paint and repair. These homes are usually in a state of dilapidation and a lot of work is required to improve their condition. Thankfully, many hands make light work and students will learn that with cooperative teamwork, they can get the job done swiftly and successfully. Through the experience, they will also learn to deal with different types of personalities and enhance their interpersonal and communication skills.

In a nutshell, VIA is an educational programme that develops students into caring and socially responsible individuals. Even though students are not financially rewarded, they will benefit from the programme in more ways than one and learn important values that money cannot buy through volunteering their time, effort and skills.

Adapted from: https://www.sponge-me.com/tag/model-essays/

Burglary – Sec 2 Model Essay

There was a methodical and habitual movement in each person’s routine. I was of no exception. My ‘movement’ would be ‘observation’. The close proximity of flats cultivated the temptation to peer into others’ rooms. These were excellent pockets of voyeurism, where if one examined them carefully, all contained a tale or two.

My wife had always complained about the way I interfered with others’ business. “You shouldn’t keep spying on others like this. They don’t like their privacy to be intruded on,” she would often say, resignation in her tone. She already knew I was going to proceed with my ‘observation session’ anyway, so she could not care less but to go to work.

Usually, my ‘observation session’ would involve surveying the morning crowd, where the cacophony of uses unloading the schoolchildren added to the neighbourhood atmosphere. The screams of the children playing football in the void deck and the maids scurrying after their charges all added to what would otherwise have been a dull monochrome neighbourhood. Soon after when the morning crowd has dissipated as the merciless heat of the sun settles in, I would then continue my ‘observation session’, I prefer to call it, peeping into others’ privacy with my handy little binoculars.

It was one of the mornings when I conducted my ‘observation’ session which left its mark on me, when I discovered that something was amiss in Mr. Soh’s house. It was routine for Mr. Soh to be home to watch some movies, since his jobbed at the press required him to produce movie reviews, but apparently, he was not at home. I took a look at the usual car park slot he occupied- his car was there. Having been in this estate for some ten years, my knowledge of Pasir Ris Estate 12 was boundless and infinite. I knew every single nook and
cranny, the names of all the children of block 341, and I even took the liberty to name the stray cats which roamed the blocks. But the presence of Mr. Soh’s car was beyond my comprehension. He would never travel without his car, and he has never had an MRT card.

Perhaps my wife was right. This whole ‘observation’ session was making my
imagination run wild. I stole a last glance at Mr. Soh’s room with my binoculars, my expectation to see Mr. Soh waking up was invalidated when I saw a Spiderman rummaging through Mr. Soh’s closet.

A grown man with a Spiderman mask on the streets would have been hilarious, but to see one in someone else’s house was definitely nothing funny at all. The first thought that assailed me was the very word: “Burglary”. As though the sight of a masked intruder set off the smoke alarm in my body, I began to perspire instantly. Heart pounding in my chest, I took deep breaths to regain my composure.

But then again, Mr. Soh had never been much of a friendly neighbour anyway. There is no reason whatsoever as to why I should help him and stop the burglar! Eyes narrowing with malicious intent, a vivid recollection of how Mr. Soh had been so disrespectful to me in the past as a succession of images flashing through my mind only served to spark an irrepressible fire within me. The flames of anger and hatred writhed and twisted, evolving and expanding as more and more of our sour encounters cascaded from my memory vault.
He never replied when I greeted him at the coffee shop. Neither did he help out at the annual Happy Neighbours Fair 2009. And particularly exasperating about him was the fact that he always parked his car irresponsibly, occupying not one, but two lots, just to get the residents to get to notice how wealthy he was.

But oh, the internal turmoil! It was never hard to make a decision, especially so if it involves a rude neighbour. A small insistent voice of reproach surfaced, determined to get its message across. If I could not even fulfill a duty and promise of a helpful neighbour, what use is it to help out at the Happy Neighbours Fair 2009? If I did not help Mr. Soh, my pledge to be a utilitarian would just be a pretence, a masquerade. If I sit and stare and do nothing, I am nothing different from who I detested most- Mr. Soh.

Gripping my binoculars tight, I continued observing the burglar. A deep sigh escaped through my lips as I picked up the phone and dialed the police hotline. After giving the particulars, I proceeded with my monitoring of the burglar’s activities. That poor burglar! He must have thought that Mr. Soh was a rich man, but alas, he never was! The big talk about his inheritance and the number of factories he own was all a façade! The paucity of the find obviously irked the burglar, as all he could find right now were perhaps some watches, but definitely not the real ones, I assumed. But resolute as he was, the burglar never gave up on his rummage, despite yielding disappointing results. Subconsciously I was wishing that the burglar would leave earlier, lest the police caught him. Mr. Soh would really need a lesson on neighbourly cooperation, soon after he learns the concept of neighbourly respect. But then again, I have already rang up the police, there was nothing I could do but to watch the drama unfold.

The familiar red and blue of the police car made their contributions and together conveyed an aura of intense drama. My eyes following closely to the movements of the police squad, a surge of exhilaration and adrenalin rushed through my veins. I was nearly jumping on my seat! An ambush was laid and the policemen waited in patience for the hapless burglar to emerge from the house and into their trap. As sure as fate, the burglar, disgruntled after a disappointing find, walked straight into the ambuscade.

Ten minutes later, one of the policemen knocked on my door and thanked me for my vigilance. At a corner, I could see Mr. Soh running towards me, sweat coursing down his face. Maybe he did have a conscious after all. However, instead of thanking me for assisting the police in their capture, he blatantly ignored me altogether.

“Thank you sir, for informing me! I am sure the burglar did not discover my safe’s code, did he?” Mr. Soh insincerely questioned.

“Well, he did open your safe, but he found nothing inside,” explained the policeman calmly.

Upon realising that his secret has been revealed, Mr. Soh decided to spare himself from further embarrassment, “That was impossible! You must search him, again! I have to go now! Got a billion-dollar deal meeting on! I trust that you would handle the situation appropriately.”


Adapted from https://sites.google.com/site/essayclassroom/common-words/sample-essays

A Regret – P6 Model Essay

“Bang!” I woke up, startled at the sound.  Glancing around, I realised that it was my brother, playing with his toys.  “It is time to wake up anyway,” I thought to myself as I saw sunlight filtering through the windows and heard birds chirping somewhere outside.  I stood up and hobbled towards my wheelchair.  As I sat down, I recalled how I ended up in this state.  Memories of a regret came rushing back to my mind.

Three years ago…

“Mum, can I go to the nearby park to cycle with my friends?” I pleaded.  “Only after you have finished doing your homework,” my mother replied with  a stern look on her face.  “Fine!” I grumbled as I walked towards my huge pile of homework.  I sat down, took a deep breath and started scribbling through my homework.  After what seemed like an eternity, I finished my homework, ran to my mother and asked her excitedly, “Mum, can I go now? I have finished my homework!” My mother hesitated for a moment and said, “Okay, but you must promise not to do any dangerous acts.”

“I promise!” I replied as I punched the air in jubilation. I ran to get my bicycle and was soon cycling towards the park.  Not long after, I reached the park and looked around, only to find my friends sitting on a bench, chatting happily.  I walked towards them, beaming.  Upon seeing me, they smiled and said, “Finally, we have been waiting for you.”  “My mum said I could only go out when I have finished my homework. I had no choice but to listen to her.”  “So obedient,” one of my friends, John, said sarcastically. We all laughed at his statement and pushed our bicycles to the track.

“Let’s cycle slowly and admire the scenery,” James, another one of my friend suggested. Everyone agreed except for me.  I said “That is too boring! Let’s have a race instead. Whoever reaches the end of the park wins!”  My friends stared at each other and readily agreed.  “On your mark, get set, go!” Upon hearing the word, “Go”, we cycled as fast as our legs could go. John, the fastest among us, was in the lead.  “I have to catch up with him! I cannot lose!” I said with determination as I cycled faster.  Beads of perspiration was trickling down my face. Eventually, I caught up with John. I turned back and smirked at John.

When I looked in front, my eyes almost popped out of my socket.  A rock thrice as big as my fist was on the path. I tried to swerve past it but to no avail. Then, everything happened in a flash. I hit the rock and the impact flung me several meters away, causing me to hit the ground with a loud thud. I groaned in excruciating pain as blood oozed out from various parts of my body and I thought I heard a loud “crack” from my right leg. Then, the next few moments was in a blur. I heard screams from somewhere near me and the next moment, everything turned black.

When I regained my consciousness, the smell of medicine lingered in the air and I saw my friends and family crowding around me, anxiety written all over their faces. When they realised that I had came to, they heaved a sigh of relief. Then, I realised there was a sharp pain coming from my right leg. Curious, I looked at my right leg and it dawned onto me that my right leg had some serious injury. I asked my parents what had happened to my right leg. They hesitated and answered “Billy, your leg is broken and you will be permanently handicapped.” Upon hearing that, tears trickled down my cheeks and at that moment, I realised how foolish I was to think of such a dangerous idea that landed me in this state.

“Billy! Come and have your breakfast!” My mother’s voice brought me back to the present. As I pushed my wheelchair towards the dining table, I told myself not to ever do foolish things again.

What is done cannot be undone. That fateful day, I regretted my actions and promised myself to listen to my parents and not to do such dangerous acts anymore.

Adapted from https://www.bigideaz.sg/primary-6-composition/

An Unforgettable Incident – P6 Model Essay

Panting furiously, with my feet pounding the
pavement, I raced to the bus stop – I could not afford to
miss the bus! It had been a long day in school, made worse
by the fact that I had to attend three dreary hours of
mathematics supplementary lessons. Joining a queue of
adults shuffling onto the bus that had arrived, I speedily dug
out my EZ-link card from my bag, praying fervently that
there would vacant seats left.

I was fortunate – I managed to find one, next to a
little boy who was dozing off. I guessed that he could be no
more than five years old. I began to wonder… hmmm…all
by himself on public transport at such a tender age? My
thoughts then whirled around recent reports of children
being abandoned… but on a bus? In law-abiding
Singapore? That would be a first! However ‘intrigued’ as I
was about the possible scenarios, my curiosity about the
matter waned as weariness soon took over. Just as I was
about to drift off to slumberland, a noise jolted me wide
awake! The noise had apparently come from the boy next to
me – he was bawling uncontrollably!

“Where is my brother?” he sobbed. Trying my best
to calm him down, I asked him what had happened.

“He… he was taking me to a movie with… with his
friends,” he replied, still sobbing. “I fell asleep and… and
now they… they are gone!”

A passenger sitting behind me had obviously
overheard the conversation and she promptly cut in, “I
believe he’s from Creeksville Primary, your school, and his
name is Thomas Chen,” she said. Taking a quick glance at
the water bottle the boy was firmly holding on to – I espied a
‘Terence Chen’ sticker on the cover. That should lend some
credibility to the lady passenger’s statement. Grudgingly
taking out my mobile phone from my bag, I scrolled down
my ‘Favourites’ list and lightly touched the screen above the
all too familiar contact.

“Creeksville Primary, how may I help you?” a staff
member, presumably Mrs Lim, our clerical assistant,
answered. After having identified myself and relating the
circumstances I was in, I asked if there was a boy in the
school by the name of Thomas Chen and whether I could
have his parents’ contacts, of which Mrs Tan duly provided.

I then called the boy’s mother. After informing her
about what had happened, her tone changed greatly – you
could just sense the anxiety and tension in her voice. I told
her not to worry and that I would arrange for her to pick her
child up at the next bus stop. Further calming the boy down
by tapping him on his shoulder, I gently explained to him
that I would alight with him at the next stop to wait for his
mother. As reluctant as he seemed to be initially, he nodded
in agreement.

I even had the presence of mind to take a book from
my bag to read a story to him while waiting for his mother to
arrive at the bus stop. At least he seemed oddly enthusiastic enough.

Finally, a black Honda pulled up in front of us and
out came a woman – dishevelled hair and all.

“Mummy!” the boy cried, sprinting towards her – I
had never known five-year-olds to be able to run that fast.
She had to be the boy’s mother. The scene that unfolded
before my eyes a short while later would forever remain a
poignant moment in my memory. Just as I was about to
leave, she thanked me profusely for having taken care of
Terence in her, or more aptly put, Thomas’ ‘absence’.

Later that night, I received a heart-warming text
message from the boy’s mother, Mrs Chen, thanking me
again, as well as, relating to me how Terence’s brother,
Thomas, had been too engrossed in chatting with his mates
on the bus that he totally forgot about his brother’s very

My parents knew not of that afternoon’s
unforgettable proceedings – not that I had to tell them
anyway. In fact, basking in the quiet comfort of knowing
that I had actually helped someone sure feels great.

Adapted from https://chongfu.moe.edu.sg/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/2018_P5-EL-Workshop-for-Parents_Sample-Model-Essay-1.pdf

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