Once everyone leaves, I do not need to do any clean up because I have an efficient robot cleaner that does all the work for me and I can simply just relax and get ready for bed. Slowly opening the gigantic glass doors, I step into a fashion paradise, with all the clothes of the latest trends hanging in my cupboards, all the designer bags carefully sitting on the pristine shelves and all my jewelry hanging on beautiful mannequins. 

A knock off barbie doll? Where can one even find that? Being the frugal people my parents were, my parents did not see the meaning in buying toys. They found more meaning in storybooks or useful day-to-day items. At that time, this particular mermaid doll was very trendy among my peers. Longing to own toys just like my peers, I begged my parents to buy me that mermaid Barbie doll. Personally, I was not very enticed by the idea of playing with a Barbie doll, but I wanted to be labelled 'cool' for having the trendy Barbie doll. After being tricked by my parents into accepting a cheap, knock off barbie doll with a receding hairline and hair loss problems, I grew to be so emotionally attached to this wreck of a doll. 

The gift i received was something simple yet precious to me a bracelet. It was given to me as a parting gift from someone whom i would never be able to see again. My grandmother…

After my grandma had retired from her job, she started to enjoy her new hobby of making handmade bracelets with strings and beads, which she would guide them to her friends, relatives and me after she was done making them. Even though grandma was a beginner at making these bracelets, the bracelets were gorgeous. There were daisy bracelets, rainbow bracelets and even animal themed bracelets! “Grandma,I love your bracelets! They are so beautiful! Hmm, since you are retired, how about you try selling your handmade bracelets to earn abit of money?” I suggested. Grandma hesitated to answer, but eventually agreed to start the business. Since then, grandma and i worked together to start our“small business”. I woulld create posters and send them out to all my friends and relatives, promoting them so they would buy it. Grandma then took time to learn more designs to make more bracelets to sell. (Havent finish)

“Sam never liked you, she always talked behind your back, she was only together with you because you were smart and could teach her. Think about it, why would someone as pretty as Sam ever like a nerd like you.”

I thought about it. Maybe Sheryl is right about that. No one talks to me other than Sam, and everyone likes her, she’s always the center of attention, why would she ever be friends with me if she didn’t want something from me in the first place.

That was how I envisioned the beach to be. However reality was the polar opposite. At the beach I arrived at, the waters were a murky green and full of rubbish floating on the surface. There was nobody playing in the sea as it was just so gross. The sand was even worse, so piled up with litter that there was not much sand to be seen. People who wanted to sunbathe had to stack multiple picnic mats as the filthy rubbish were just so uncomfortable to lie on. 

This was a phrase that I never thought I would say. I always tried my best not to participate in hurtful actions so that i would never feel guilty or hurt another soul. However, when such a situation unfolded right in front of my eyes in primary school, I could not utter a word of support. I should have never tolerated such actions and regret not protecting my friend. This incident caused me to be upset with all my peers as they showed their childish behaviour and how mean they could possibly be. At the same time, I felt disappointed with myself for not standing up for my friend when she needed me the most

I dragged my feet around the toy store, reluctantly following my brother to find his favourite transformers toy.Just then something arrested my attention- a toothless infant chewing on his polar bear toy.That cute and adorable image reminded me of my horrifying experience and of someone whom I missed dearly. It is none other my one and only mr Fluffs. He kept me warm and safe in his white furry arms when the quarrels in my house seemed like nothing but danger.He gave me his wide chest to lay and cry on when my sister threatened me with cockroaches.He help me get through every single day of my childhood until one terrible day when he became from his massive self into blocks of cotton.

Of course, that might seem like a startling fact to most. Myself included, when I first found out. However, things were not always like this, and I, like most, was born with a pair of perfectly functioning legs. However, as they say, with great risks come great danger. I took a risk—a huge one. Alas, I had to suffer the bone-chilling repercussions of my taken risk, which was the loss of my limb. This is how it all happened…

My friend group was a playful bunch, and I thought all that they liked to do was all good fun. But one day, during recess, we were in the empty classroom fooling around as 11 year olds do. Suddenly one of them, Phoebe, perked up, “Look! It’s Evelyn’s pencil case! Let’s take something.” Evelyn was a classmate nobody in the group liked, so everyone happily agreed and Phoebe pulled out a pen randomly from her pencil case.  

i tried to understand and eventually did. The artist’s success was because of his own dove. another question formed, who was mine?

Smiling to myself, at the thought of my white bird. judith, the one  outshone who my demons.most of the people knew her as ms judith, the lady serving you a plate of rice, but i knew her as mum.