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Write a story about what happened, when on the day of your departure to study
overseas, your passport was misplaced
My name is Nurisya. I am a student in one of the schools in Malaysia where Chinese

Literature is offered. Being interested in all things Chinese, I was thrilled to pieces
when I learnt that my school had nominated me for a one-year immersion study
course in Beijing to learn about China's history, culture and its language. The trip
would be sponsored by the Ministry of Education. A week later, my school's
nomination was accepted and I was confirmed to depart on 5th November, a week
after my school examinations. The idea was to acclimatise me to the Beijing scene
before I started my school term in January. I had no shortage of well-wishers and
teachers. There was no trace of jealousy in them as I had brought honor to the
school.
The morning of November 5th dawned bright and clear. This was the day I was
looking for - to depart from Malaysia and to land in historic Beijing. Yet, I felt more
than a tinge of regret on leaving my loved ones, especially my beloved Mum. She
and I had spent the day before in a flurry of activity doing last-minute preparations.
Her worries and nagging about my preparation for the trip were still fresh on my
mind as I woke up at 8.30 a.m. The flight was on SQ 518 at 12.15 p.m. from KLIA to
Beijing. I was to meet my teachers, friends and relatives at 10.00 a.m. before I
checked in.
Since there was plenty of time to spare and my bags were all packed, I took a
leisurely breakfast. At 9.30 a.m., Mum asked me,
"Dear, are you ready?" "Yes, Mum", I replied gaily. "Don't forget your passport,"
she reminded.
I was at the door, carrying two of my bags when a niggling thought manifested in
my mind. "Did I pack the passport myself last night?" I had an uneasy feeling that I
had not and turned to Mum.
"Mum, did you put my passport in my pouch?" "Yes, dear," she replied.
I then unzipped my waist pouch to confirm this. To my consternation, it was empty

except for some Chinese currency. I then asked Mum where it was. Flabbergasted,
Mum checked and then scratched her head. She was quite certain that she had put
my passport in the pouch the night before. The next thirty minutes saw Mum, my
maid and me rifling through the luggage and combing my room. We practically
emptied drawers, and even looked under the bed! But it was to no avail. Frantically,
we then searched the rest of the house. By 10.30 a.m., we practically sank on the
sofa, admitting defeat. Mum then made a decision. I was to go to the airport now
as we could not keep our well-wishers waiting. She would remain behind and try to
recall where she had placed my passport.
Fighting back my tears, I left for the airport. The mood was sombre as I met and
told my well-wishers at the airport my situation. The minutes crawled by and yet
there was no ringing from my mobile phone. At 11.30 a.m., there was a last call to
check-in for my flight. Reluctantly, I faced the fact that my passport might not be
found and went to the SQ counter to explain my situation. Then Sun Lin, my best
friend, who was guarding my bags, gestured to me excitedly. "Your mobile phone
is ringing!" she said. With a pounding heart, I rushed to the smart phone and heard
one of the sweetest news in my life. "I remember now. It is in the secret
compartment in your red bag." Swiftly, I unlocked my bag and unzipped the
compartment at the bottom. My red passport was unveiled in all its glory.
There were spontaneous cheers from everyone. I was then sent off hurriedly but
warmly. At 12.20 p.m., I was on the plane, winging over Kuala Lumpur, on its way
to Beijing.
Later, I learnt from Mum what had happened. It seemed that she had a nightmare
the night before my flight that my pouch containing my passport was stolen.
Therefore, she had woken up and transferred my passport to the red bag. In the
morning, she had forgotten about the transfer. It was only a mother's love that
made Mum remember this fact in time.
I therefore departed from Malaysia, feeling greatly relieved and looking forward to
my stay in Beijing. However, I was sad that Mum could not bid farewell to me at
the airport. However, on the first night in the school hostel in Beijing where I was
staying, the telephone rang. Mum was flying over to spend a holiday in Beijing. My
happiness was thus complete.

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Write a story about what happened, when on the day of your departure to study

overseas, your passport was misplaced

My name is Nurisya. I am a student in one of the schools in Malaysia where Chinese

I then unzipped my waist pouch to confirm this. To my consternation, it was empty

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