A hero to me is someone who is Compassionate, Courageous and Sacrificial. Would you like to know who my hero is? Let me give you a hint…… without her, there is no me. Guess already??? She is none other than my mother.
Why is she regarded as my personal hero? Let me tell you a story……
My mother is brave enough to have five children. Guess which one am I? I am the fifth one! My mother is like a handy man and a joker as she jokes with us and whenever we have problems, we always look for her. Everybody who seeks her help always gives her the thumbs up. She will always lend a listening ear to anyone who needs help. She is also filial and the first person my grandmother calls for is her although she has many children. My mother is also like a key that unlocks us to the future, a blanket which covers us whenever we are in trouble and a lioness protecting her cubs as whenever we fall sick this will be what she will do for us……
Every night and day she takes care of us no matter what happens to us. I can still vividly remember how she took care of me when I had fever. On that fateful day, I was in school studying when suddenly I felt my head scorching like an oven. I quickly informed my teacher and I was sent to the sickbay by my monitor. The teacher in charge of the sickbay informed my mother. I waited in bed at the sickbay for my mother. In a jifty, at the corner of my eye, I saw a black car coming into the school. I remembered the same old black car that my mother used to drive. She ran as quickly as her legs could carry her when she stopped her car at the front porch of my school to the sickbay. Although I was sleeping, I could feel the presence of her and her carrying me to the car despite the fact that I am very fat and heavy. She rushed to the car and started the car in a twinkling of an eye. She even sacrificed her air con and wind down the windows just to prevent me from catching a cold. I was awake at that time. I was driven to the nearest clinic and my mother carried me to the doctor. Fortunately, there was no queue in front. She speedily registered my name and went into the room to get me consulted by the doctor. She was very worried that I will have fever fits as she saw in a recent newspaper that some children died because of that. After the doctor consulted me, he said that I was suffering from a slight fever hearing that, my mother heaved a sigh of relief. He prescribed some antibiotics for me and gave my mother an advice to give me plenty of water. At home, my mother cooked her delicious porridge. Although the porridge is plain, her effort added sweet fillings in it. I was eating it very slowly as I did not want to face my arch enemy- the antibiotics. But paper cannot hold fire, I was soon spotted by my mother and she fed me to make me eat faster. I had no choice but to eat fast. After I ate my lunch, I knew that I had to face it now. I was so scared of that that I ran to the garden of my house. I was pulled back by my mother and was finally tricked into eating as she said that she would let me play computer games. She also nightly takes my temperature and writes it on a paper. She also always put a cold wet towel on my forehead, squeezing it and wetting it. She also sponges me in the afternoon. After a week, I recovered and was in the pink of health.
Through all these years, I am growing bigger and bigger, through all the incidents that I had occurred, I chose this story as this is the most unforgettable incident in my life and no matter how big I am, it will forever be deeply printed in my mind.
Tan Yi Hao
Primary 5C
Maris Stella High School (primary)
17 August 2008
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