One Second Heaven

One day, my best friend, Susan, asked me to help her in writing down questions for tuition as her sir had asked her to read a chapter in Chemistry and write down four questions about it. She had forgotten to do that and so, she brought her notebook to school. She also had to do some Mathematics homework. So, she asked me to do her Chemistry homework. I opened my Science text book, read the chapter and wrote some relatively hard questions. After I wrote it, I told her that she had to give a chocolate the next day. She promised to bring a Ferrero Rocher.

The next day, the first thing I asked her was ‘Where is my Ferrero Rocher?’

She just blinked and said that she had forgotten about it. I was so frustrated and irritated. I went with an angry face to my seat and sat down. Susan asked me to open her bag to take a French dictionary. I opened a small compartment of the bag where she kept the dictionary and the first thing I found was a Ferrero Rocher. I instantly smiled and told her that I take back all the things I told her. I took the chocolate bonbon and kept it in my pocket for eating it during recess.

When the bell rang after the second period, the first thing I told was that both of us would share the chocolate. But she denied the idea and told me that I could have all for myself. I was secretly very happy. I took out the wrapping. Just then, a girl named Gwen came and saw that I had a Ferrero Rocher in my hand. So, before she could grab it, I quickly popped it into my mouth. At that exact moment, I was in heaven. It was so yummy but it only lasted for a second!

Helping a Cancer Patient

Cancer is the uncontrolled growth of abnormal cells in the body. It is mostly a fatal disease that affects both men and women. I had met my mother’s friend, Sita, who had been suffering from breast cancer and now was suffering from lung cancer. Due to this, she lost all her hair and was forced to put a blanket, covering her bald head. She had a mother who was in her eighties. She could not hear properly and had severe fever and cough.

I had cut my hair a few months back and my mother had collected it from the barber’s shop in a big plastic cover. She always had the idea of using it for herself as she had very little hair, or giving it as an offering to a temple, or letting it go with the waves of the Shankamugam beach. None of these things happened. Like that, months passed without any change.

One morning, my mother was reading the newspaper. There was an article about cancer patients wanting natural hair to use as a wig instead of fake hair as it was very heavy and difficult for them to use. My mother got a brilliant idea. She knew of a man who would make wigs with natural hair. So, that day, she took that plastic cover with my hair in it, went to that man, and in a week, the wig was ready. She got it from him and gave it to Sita.

My mother and I were so happy about what she had done that it marked a significant day in both our lives.