Sunday, May 10, 2009

An Angel' Story Contest: week one

Hereby we announce the winner for week one is...
Name: Alvina Tai Wen Ling
Throughout my whole life, there was only one angel. An angel that cared for me. An angel that was full of love. That angel is my mum..It may sound very common but what i can say is that my family wasn't a perfect family.

We were constantly shifting houses due to unsettled debts. That was when I was 12. Now I'm college and I'm 19. 7 years of constant hiding from certain people. When I was 12, my dad left me, my brother and I with debts. My mum had to hide us from those 'people' in a low cost budget hotel. She stayed back at our condo trying to salvage whatever she can with constant harassment from those 'people'.

Me and my brother got a high fever at the same time one night. She had to drag the both of us to the 24 hours clinic and took care of us till we were well enough. Thank GOD she had friends that were kind enough to help a find a small apartment to stay at for the mean time. We did not have much back then. She slaughtered her way in her job just to make ends meet. She was my angel and I thank GOD for where we are today.

Without my mum I don't think we would be alive and happy today.

we have made an exceptional decision too!
another winner is

Name: Nat Yong
*sigh* A stork perched himself on a roof contentedly. Below him, in a quaint, little white house, a young mother was cuddling her newborn baby. The stork congratulated himself on being able to find a suitable home for the baby. The baby was a child of the stars, bright, sensitive and true. It needed a mother who was kind, compassionate, understanding and loving for it to blossom into its potential. This new mother with the face of an angel seemed perfect to bring up the star-child.

Having had his work done, the stork flew away but not before making a promise to check up on the little one from time to time. He wanted to make sure that the star-child grew up in the most perfect environment.

In that little house, the little mother was gazing wonderingly and happily into her baby’s face. She had never seen anything so perfect in her life before. Is this how real happiness feels? she wondered. Kissing her baby’s forehead, the mama made a vow to give her child the best of everything so that she can grow up to be the best she can be. The little baby was fittingly named Star.

Several years have passed. Little Star could be seen running around the garden outside of the little, white house. She was about 7 years old. Curls flying behind her, she ran straight into her mother’s arms. The young mother did not change much since the last time we saw her. She wrapped her arms around Star and smothered the giggling little girl with kisses. “Mama! Mama! I saw a caterpillar just now! It was all squishy and green an’ wriggly an’ an’ it was all hairy! There was a butterfly an’…….” Star’s voice babbled on and on to her mother. Looking at the mother’s face, it could be clearly seen that Star was the light and joy of her life.

(5 years later)

“Star? Star! Wake up!!” the mama shook Star’s limp body. Panic filled her every senses as she saw that her daughter’s eyelids remained closed. Gently slapping her cheek, the mother tried to wake Star up but to no avail. Several minutes later, Star’s eyelids fluttered open to her mother’s relief. “What happened, mama?” “You fainted sweetie,” replied the mama. “Let’s get you to the doctor’s to check you up ok?” Star nodded weakly.
At the doctor’s, kindness was not shown to the mother and daughter. It was discovered that Star had a genital heart defect. Speechless with shock and misery, the mama asked how the problem can be solved. “She has to get a heart transplant,” said the doctor. “She has to get a new heart within 4 months time or she will not live,” added the doctor softly.
After leaving the hospital, the mama paced the floor of her home all the while thinking of a solution to the problem. I’ve got it! I’ll write a letter to the local newspaper to ask for their help. Dear God, please help my baby. She prayed silently, tears running down her face.

The 4 months were almost up. No suitable heart donor had turned up. All the while, Star’s fainting spells grew more and more frequent and she grew weaker by the day. The mama became more frantic when she saw her beloved baby’s pallid face.

One day, realization hit her. Who was more suitable to donate a similar heart to her daughter than her own mama? She was certain that her heart would save Star’s life. She felt a pang of sadness as she realized that she won’t be able to see her daughter live on healthy and well. But she would do anything to save her daughter’s life even if it means giving up on hers.

Star lay cradled in her mama’s arms. She was mute with misery. “Who’ll take care of me, mama? Do you really have to leave me?” her voice cracked on the last word. “I don’t want to leave you, sweetie. But it’s for the best. I want you to live your life,” the mama replied sadly. “I want you to know that I’ll always love you and will always be watching over you, okay sweetie?” “Okay mama. I love you too. Always and always,” Star was fighting back her tears.

“Mrs Richards?” A white-capped nurse called to the mama. Standing up slowly, she hugged her daughter one last time, gave her one last kiss. She then entered the operation room but not before mouthing the words “I love you” to Star.

The doors swung shut behind her.

A girl of about 18 years old was walking down the street, singing softly to herself. The girl was Star. It had been 6 years since the operation and the day her mother blew her last breath to save her daughter’s life. She had been living with her aunt and uncle ever since. Her young life was filled with activities from morning to night but she had never a forgotten a certain smile, the sweetest laugh, the tenderest eyes. She missed her mother dearly. Thinking about her mother always brought an ache to her heart. This time though, it was different. The dull ache in her heart made it hard for her to breathe. Gasping slowly for air, she rushed to the doctor’s to see what was wrong.
At the doctor’s, the atmosphere was tense as the doctor examined the results from the checkup. Finally, the doctor looked up with a sorrowful expression. “There’s nothing we can do,” the doctor said softly. “I’m so very, very sorry.”
Star walked out of the clinic in a daze. The image of her mother’s face flashed before her eyes, face filled with tender love, arms held out to her as if to embrace her darling daughter. Star shook her head, her mother’s face disappearing from her vision. I miss you, mama. I miss you so much.

From among the clouds, the mama looked down at her beloved baby. My baby needs me. My poor, poor baby. I’m so sorry that it has to be this way. The mama vowed to be there for Star every single step of the way. I don’t want her to leave the world without anyone there for her.

Pressing her temples, her headache did not subside at all. Star is getting more and more depressed everyday. She thinks she is starting to go crazy as she is having hallucinations. Most of her hallucinations were of her mother beckoning to her, holding out her arms as if she wanted to hug her. The truth was her mother had come to her as a guardian angel to guide her through her last dark days. Little did Star know that she only has a few days left to live. However, every time she sees her mother’s face, she feels happier and more peaceful.

One lovely, clear Saturday afternoon, Star felt very exhausted. She lay down for a short nap. As she closed her eyes, her mother’s face yet again came into her mind. The expression on her mama’s face was of joy, as if they were to be reunited again. Star felt strangely at peace. She knew at once that it was time. She gathered the last of her breath to whisper out her last words.

Thank you for everything, mama. I love you my angel mama.

note from soak republic:
we find this story is down-to-earth and very sincere. we appreciate if she could have spend more time on the structure to make it more exciting for reading.
good start we have :)

Look forward for more CREATIVE writing peeps!

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