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TITLE: SOMETHING UNUSUAL THAT HAPPENED THAT DAY.

It was the most unusual and funny thing that happened to me until now, perhaps. Read on to find out more.

Today, I was walking home after school. Walking half way, I thought of my mother, a stubborn yet kind-hearted mother. She likes to hang the clothes on the parapet to dry them, despite me telling her umpteenth time not to do that as it was dangerous, even if she must, at least secure it properly. I often tell her, “ma, don’t do that, it was dangerous.” And this is what I get back from her, “son, don’t be so stupid. Nowadays, the wind is blowing so violently, we should make good use of it to dry the clothes.” With no other choice, I just have to keep quiet.

As I was nearing my apartment, I saw two police officers patrolling the areas nearby. Behind them, about 600m away, was an old man walking at quite a slow speed. I passed the police officers and continued my journey home. As I was approaching the old man, I heard a loud scream above. I looked up and saw a lady hanging her blanket to dry, but the wind ripped it from its perch. The flustered lady waved her hands frantically. At the moment, I discovered that her scream and her appearance look familiar. ‘Arg….’ Was what I heard next. The blanket was floating down onto the poor old man. The police officers saw that and without any hesitation, proceeded to the lady’s apartment who hanging the blanket. I hurriedly approached the innocent man and tried to help him up. I took a look at the blanket and it looked very familiar too. Then, I saw the police officer taking the woman down. I cannot believe my own eye.

It was my stubborn mother.


chris...23 jan 09


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