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PSLE Paper 1 Composition Model on the theme of ‘A Change for

the Better’
Developing a good habit / An Improvement

Whenever I pass by an old lady, memories of that fateful day


when I kicked a bad habit and started developing a good one flood
my mind. I think of how lucky I was, and I smile to myself in relief.

Forgetfulness. My ultimate personality flaw. I was a person


who had almost everything right, except for this one annoying bad
habit. I was smart, kind, funny, but there was just this one thing that
really irked me. However, one day, something happened that made
me develop a good habit of making myself remember important
things.

“Natalie! It’s time to wake up!” Mother nagged incessantly.

Pulling my pillow over my head, I rolled over in bed and lazily


closed my eyes, feeling my body melt into the bed once again.
“Natalie, remember to visit Grandmother later at noon and give her
medication!” Mother shouted repeatedly, trying to drill that thought
into my head.

She continued, “It is extremely important or she will feel very dizzy,
alright? I cannot do it as I have to rush for a meeting!”

Groaning with annoyance, I hollered back, “Yes Mum, I will!”

With that, Mother strode over to the door and hurried out. As
Grandmother was paralysed waist down, I had to help give her
medication as her domestic helper was away for a holiday.
After a few minutes, I could no longer get back to sleep and
instead prepared myself a savoury breakfast of fried eggs and
toast. Slowly but surely, my bad habit of being forgetful started
acting up again. As the seconds ticked by, all thoughts of giving
Grandmother her medication left my mind. As noon slowly arrived, I
had totally forgotten about visiting her, and instead just played
computer games before doing my homework.

“Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away…” the movie


Star Peace played on my television as I eagerly sat watching it.
Losing all track of time, I was extremely startled when my
handphone started ringing. I frowned fiercely, annoyed at having
been interrupted. Seeing that it was Mother calling, I said haughtily,
“This is your daughter speaking. You have just interrupted her
adventure into an amazing world filled with spaceships and aliens.”

However, I soon stopped short of my sentence when I heard


what Mother was saying. “Natalie… Grandmother… dying…
hospital. Away! Go right away!” The usually prim and proper
grammar of Mother had turned into downright stuttering. She
sounded panicky and out of breath. Fearing the worst, I dashed out
of the house like lightning and boarded the train, trying hard to
squeeze past the queue into the train as it was peak hour.
Everybody shot me dirty looks. I pleaded, “Please… Grandmother
dying… hospital.” It worked. They started making way for me in
sympathy and one even asked what had happened in concern.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached the


hospital. Fumbling for words, I approached Mother hesitantly, “W-
w-what’s happened to Grandmother?”

Turning to me with tears streaming down her face, she sobbed,


“When you forgot to turn up to give Grandmother her medicine, she
started becoming extremely dizzy. Desperate, she tried to reach for
her wheelchair but it was too far away from her and she fell on the
floor, hitting her head on the ground. The doctors are not sure if
she will live.”

Appalled, everything suddenly came back to me. With a heavy


heart, I realised that I had forgotten to give Grandmother her
medication. It was all my fault. Anger. Sorrow. Bitterness. All those
emotions coursed through my veins, leaving me heaving for breath.
How could I be so forgetful? Shaking my head, the words “my
fault” echoed in my heart, and I crumpled to the ground in despair.

Thankfully, due to Grandmother’s will to live, she managed


to pull through. However, for her sake, she was sent to an old folks’
home. From that day on, I vowed to never be forgetful again. Every
time something important came up, I would always write it on a
piece of bright pink paper to attract my attention and place the
word “Reminder” in big, black, and bold letters on it. Then, I would
immediately paste it on my door at my level so whenever I wanted
to go out of my room, I would be able to see it. This helped to
remind me and whenever I had a task to do and there would be
something to distract me, memories of how I had let my
grandmother down were enough to motivate me to develop good
habits.

Eventually, my parents saw the change in me and forgave me. I was


given more responsibility at home and I made sure that I did not
disappoint them. Over time, I managed to kick my bad habit of
being forgetful. In turn, I also developed a good habit of never
forgetting to do anything. This painful but essential experience
certainly taught me a valuable lesson, and I was grateful for that.

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