Friday, June 24, 2005
A post of my holiday homework. DUN COPY or else i ll come and hack you to pieces. I mean it.
Describe the suspense of waiting for some event to happen.
It was the afternoon of a cold, grey, Sunday. The streets outside glistened with snow; the white sparkling flakes stuck and melted on the window panes and hung on the boughs of the trees like molten silver. The wind howled dismally, whipping up little whirling columns of snow that rose and fell at every fresh gust. The dull, murky sky stretched like a dark canopy, a vast infinity of greyness.
She moved her little delicate fingers tentatively, making a cute movement across her chubby cheeks. In the warmth of her cosy cot, Alice smiled cheerfully at her parents as she woke up from her deep slumber. Tears filled the eyes of her mother as she held her child’s frail body in her hands. Alice was diagnosed with a congenital disease so rare that her parents have not been able to find a doctor to treat her. Since her birth, she had only spent about thirty days outside the hospital, as her low immunity made her prone to infections. She fell sick so often, having chest infections, high fever, fits, liver cirrhosis, that doctors had initially thought that she might have contracted pneumonia, liver cancer and the AIDs virus.
The silence was profound as Alice’s parents alternated between despair and frustration. Despair over their in ability to save their child and frustration that nobody knew what was ailing her. However, he pulled through. Alice could not walk or talk, and she either threw up everything she ate or it goes right through her. The only food she could consume was rice water, and a special nutrient filled milk formula. Her parents could only wait in despair as the doctors attempted to find the specific gene where she had the problem and find a rational treatment.
The wind howled and shrieked, tearing through the trees outside the hospital as darkness engulfed the street. It was going to be a stormy night. Just then, a doctor entered the sterile room quickly. Taking out a large syringe, he jabbed it into Alice’s skin and took a blood sample. Tears dribbled down her cheeks as she shrieked in pain. Her parents could only stand back and watch helplessly. The pain they felt was beyond words. To them, it is worth of the effort and time spent trying to find out what was wrong with their child and the many hours spent by her bedside praying for her and being there for her. Her days were obviously numbered, but the love that was showered upon her was overflowing.
The door of the ward opened again, and this time, it was the gene researcher who entered. “We have found out that your child is suffering from a metabolic disease that affects many different organ systems including the digestive and immune systems. Although there are about twenty types of this disease, Alice’s disorder has never been documented. We do not have any other patients for comparison, and cannot predict what lies ahead. I am sorry.”
The room was once again engulfed in silence. Alice, however, broke the silence suddenly with her cheerful laughter. Her parents smiled, knowing that that as long a glimmer of hope existed, they would never give up. The wait would never end.
“Mummy… Daddy…” A tiny cry came from the cot… They rushed to the cot and burst into tears… Their child had finally spoken her first words…
copyrighted kai wen 2005
Describe the suspense of waiting for some event to happen.
It was the afternoon of a cold, grey, Sunday. The streets outside glistened with snow; the white sparkling flakes stuck and melted on the window panes and hung on the boughs of the trees like molten silver. The wind howled dismally, whipping up little whirling columns of snow that rose and fell at every fresh gust. The dull, murky sky stretched like a dark canopy, a vast infinity of greyness.
She moved her little delicate fingers tentatively, making a cute movement across her chubby cheeks. In the warmth of her cosy cot, Alice smiled cheerfully at her parents as she woke up from her deep slumber. Tears filled the eyes of her mother as she held her child’s frail body in her hands. Alice was diagnosed with a congenital disease so rare that her parents have not been able to find a doctor to treat her. Since her birth, she had only spent about thirty days outside the hospital, as her low immunity made her prone to infections. She fell sick so often, having chest infections, high fever, fits, liver cirrhosis, that doctors had initially thought that she might have contracted pneumonia, liver cancer and the AIDs virus.
The silence was profound as Alice’s parents alternated between despair and frustration. Despair over their in ability to save their child and frustration that nobody knew what was ailing her. However, he pulled through. Alice could not walk or talk, and she either threw up everything she ate or it goes right through her. The only food she could consume was rice water, and a special nutrient filled milk formula. Her parents could only wait in despair as the doctors attempted to find the specific gene where she had the problem and find a rational treatment.
The wind howled and shrieked, tearing through the trees outside the hospital as darkness engulfed the street. It was going to be a stormy night. Just then, a doctor entered the sterile room quickly. Taking out a large syringe, he jabbed it into Alice’s skin and took a blood sample. Tears dribbled down her cheeks as she shrieked in pain. Her parents could only stand back and watch helplessly. The pain they felt was beyond words. To them, it is worth of the effort and time spent trying to find out what was wrong with their child and the many hours spent by her bedside praying for her and being there for her. Her days were obviously numbered, but the love that was showered upon her was overflowing.
The door of the ward opened again, and this time, it was the gene researcher who entered. “We have found out that your child is suffering from a metabolic disease that affects many different organ systems including the digestive and immune systems. Although there are about twenty types of this disease, Alice’s disorder has never been documented. We do not have any other patients for comparison, and cannot predict what lies ahead. I am sorry.”
The room was once again engulfed in silence. Alice, however, broke the silence suddenly with her cheerful laughter. Her parents smiled, knowing that that as long a glimmer of hope existed, they would never give up. The wait would never end.
“Mummy… Daddy…” A tiny cry came from the cot… They rushed to the cot and burst into tears… Their child had finally spoken her first words…
copyrighted kai wen 2005
gazed at e stars@1:20 PM
++ youknowwho ++
++ youknowwho ++
Profile
++ Ngee Ann ++
++ Ex PEPS ++
++ Ex NHHS ++
++ Ex NHDS ++
++ BBPC YF ++
++ Ex 4pe 9enes ++
++ Zaobao SPH ++
++ Mass Communications ++
Officially: Mesmerised
Status: 
Tagboard
Links