Model composition by: Wang Xiangjun, Primary 5 Excellence, Ang Mo Kio Primary school - Model composition PSLE primary 6 a happy event
Today's English composition is called A Happy Event. At first glance, this can be a confusing composition topic, as most students will write about a happy story with no conflict. However, doing that will make the student go out of point. This is a tricky topic. These type of topics do appear for PSLE from time to time. Remember, every story needs to have a problem. If there is no problem, then this is just a recount. Therefore, when students attempt this topic or topics of this nature, they should write about a problem happening in the story. In this case, the story can be about a problem that ruins a happy event and how the characters recover from it.
The PSLE Composition uses a 3-picture format that gives pupils a collection of three images that share a common theme. Students are obliged to include at least one of the pictures in their compositions. Each picture reflects a different idea relating to the theme.
How to write composition for - A Happy Event
I was decorating the new room to welcome our newest member in our family, Peter. I painted his room sky blue and stuck cute stickers of cute dogs and cats all over the wall. After all that was done, I took my teddy bear, which had been with me since I was a year old and whispered to it, "Thank you for taking care of me for years. But now, please promise me that you will protect Peter!" I placed the teddy bear on one of the corners of the cot. I had always dreamed of becoming a big brother. Everyone in school had a sibling to dote on except me. I had been looking forward to this for all eleven years of my life!
Now that everything was fully prepared, I sat on the sofa and waited for Mom to bring the newest member of our family. Mother was in the hospital, and Father was getting ready to fetch them. "Dad, do you think Peter will grow into a strong man?" I asked. "Of course he will," Dad replied.
I expected everything to go as planned, but little did I know that this happy event would take a turn for the worse.
Suddenly, my father's phone rang. My father excitedly picked up the phone. The enthusiasm that was evident on his face when he picked up the call slowly disappeared as the call went on. Soon, his face turned as pale as a ghost.
"Is everything alright? Who called you? What did they say?" I asked. "Don't worry, everything is alright!" my father replied. But from his face, I could already tell something was horribly wrong.
"I will be going to the hospital now," my father exclaimed, bolting towards the garage.
I paced up and down in the living room. Half an hour had passed since my father drove to the hospital.
"Has something gone wrong?" Is Peter alright? Is Mom okay?" A series of questions popped up in my head. I was becoming more and more impatient. There were more questions than answers.
Just then, the door creaked open. My father stepped into the house with a traumatized-looking face. He immediately went into the room and locked himself inside. Despite knocking on his door many times, he did not reply.
Around fifteen minutes later, my father stepped out of the room. "I need to tell you something," were the first words to break the pin-drop silence. "Peter was a perfect boy. He was so perfect that God wanted Peter all to himself. My mother is still recovering from the news.
I immediately understood what my father meant. My vision started to blur, and beads of tears rolled down my cheeks.
With a heavy heart, I stepped into the room that was meant for Peter. The room was engulfed in heavy silence. This very room that had been filled with joy now gave me a different feeling. A feeling of dread and gloom. It now became a representation of my shattered hopes and dreams of becoming a big brother. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the teddy bear sitting alone in the cot. The teddy bear looked like it was still waiting for its owner, who would never appear. I held the teddy bear in my hands and gazed at it sadly. "Peter won't be coming," I whispered to the teddy bear. I never expected this happy event to turn into a funeral. As I slowly stepped out of the room, I shut the door to my hopes and dreams of becoming a big brother to Peter.