Hi! I am so bored that I wrote an essay as a work of constant improvement.
Please forgive if it was not nicely written.. I am still on the path on improving myself. Any constructive comments are welcomed!
Wonder
I looked intently at her.
Her face was cadaverous and ashen. Fear had darkened her eyes to the colour of coal tar. Beads of perspiration streamed down her cheek. She looked like she was in agony now as she writhed on the white pearly bed in pain while clinging tightly to the bars by the bed.
It was 1200 hours, and 4 hours had lapsed. Minutes and seconds were ticking past. Nervously, I focused on her, who was now lying in an uncomfortable position.
The silence was broken by that beep on the defibrillator as it sliced through the still air in the room; the room where the atmosphere was so tense, it suffocated me. I glanced at the doctors and nurses in the room, who were so used to such scenes. They looked calm, as they initiated the process.
How I wished that I could share the pain with her.
However, it was not possible. The only thing I could do then was to give her moral support by edging her on by the side of the bed. Her breathing was deep but in such an irregular pace, it made me worry. Now there was a shadow clouding my eye – fear. The fear seemed to have left my wife's eyes, and entered my eyes as I looked in trepidation. My heart palpitated hard and rapidly against my chest.
I held her hand – it was freezing cold and clammy. It was obvious she was in paramount agony. She squeezed my hand tightly. Our eyes met, as we tried to reassure each other and I gave her a reassuring smile.
“ Now, Sandra you need to push hard! Otherwise it will be a long and arduous process, and we don't have much time left. 4 hours have past. On my count, when I say push, you push as hard as you can.”
“Push!”
The pressure on my hand increased rapidly as my wife pushed with all her might.
“ Push!”
My wife's face writhed with the contours lines evident on her face. Perspiration was flowing down the aisles of these contours on her face. Exasperation and frustration was written all over her face, but she was not one who would back out.
“ Push!”
Tears were forced out of my wife's eyes as she pushed with the remaining strength she could muster.
Then everything came to a standstill. I watched with bated breath. Then I heard.
The cries of our newborn baby.
“ 1245, operation successful!”
My wife and I could hardly control our excitement. The nurse held her delicately and placed her onto the arms of my wife. The little jewel of our life.
The little wonder of my life.
Done and edited by Shawn Teo
And I know if there was ever one day Lingkang ever comes to this blog, there will be a lot of snide comments made.. and he knows it himself =)
Its all for the O levels, never the prelims.