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When I was eight


I woke up before dawn.
The house still asleep.
Not a creak could be heard.
Except for Dad snoring.

I had woken before the alarm.
Restless to jump out of bed.
To start the day now.
But no one was awake yet.

I was restless waiting.
It always feels longer.
I hear the clock ticking.
But time seem to crawl.

The alarm clock rings.
At last I hear movements.
Mum and Dad are up and about.
I jump out of bed smiling.

My Mum has put out my white dress.
I stare at my dress. Pretty frills.
And a lovely veil with a crown.
I cannot wait to wear them.

I am excited. Butterflies in my tummy.
An important day for an eight-year-old.
Today is my First Communion.
I am impatient to receive Jesus.

By C.E. Pereira


I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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