Question:
Write a story about what happened when, on the morning of your journey to spend a year studying overseas, you were unable to find your passport.
Answer:
Morning was always the same to me – the rising sunlight, illuminating every nook and cranny of my village and beyond; the sound of alarm, supposed to be a matter for appreciation but rather frankly cursed; and the reluctance to wake into the world of reality because of the attractive magnetism produced by the invisible night fantasies. However, the following itineraries helped to differentiate a day from other previous days. The dissimilarity heightened as I approached today. As an awardee for the scholarship funded by the Ministry of Education, I got a priceless opportunity to pursue my study overseas, to be exact in Korea for a maximum length of one year.
Everything was almost set, except for the upcoming one-way flight scheduled this afternoon, of course. Mom and dad had purchased four travelling luggages, each taller than a toddler. Even with the total shear contents, not all of my belongings could be placed inside. I concluded for the past sixteen years I must had collected a quantity of stuffs, enough to fill the whole gallery of a bungalow-size museum. Smirking, I thought I had to be visualizing too much. With strenuous efforts my parents, sister and I loaded the heavy baggages into the car hood. Just as we were about to depart, I sensed something missing and eventually figured out in just a matter of seconds – my passport.
“Mom, can you check your purse? I bet my passport is in yours,” I asked. Whenever we were travelling abroad, our family always handed the responsibility of handling passports to my mom. It was her sense of alertness and perhaps her expensive handbag that we had trust in her.
“No, I don’t see anything,” my mom gave that statement after browsing the content for two or three times. It was also that very statement struck preliminary chills in me.
Two more similar questions were interrogated to my dad and sister, but they too gave the negative responses. That simply led my to a frightening summary – my passport had lost!
I knew my parents would gave a tense lecture if I told them about this situation but I had to because for the failure to do so would simply guide me to the dead end. Quite unsurprisingly and frankly speaking, they were completely freaked out upon listening to my problem. However, thanks to their ages they were able to regain the consciousness and rationalism they had possessed long before I was born. My dad instantly instructed us to unload the bags and unpack everything. There it was, the search had just started.
Coincidence enough, the number of luggages to be brought were meant for the four of us. With that coincidence each of us could inspected the whole set in one go and thus speeding up the search. The neat folds of clothes made by mom had sadly been destroyed; books were intentionally misplaced and my beloved Winnie the Pooh was nowhere to be seen. Somehow the efforts were just useless as none of us could find even the faintest sign of the passport in the deepest depth of the bags. With pessimism controlling my mind at this moment, I simply broke down into tears.
I had to inform the ministry regarding the loss, even though embarrassment prevented me from doing it. So I slipped my hand into my pocket for my mobile phone. Just as my hand reached half of the depth, I found there was something else in there, something rather thin but hard. I withdrew from its original place and what a surprise, like the most exciting birthday present. It was none other than my passport! Pessimism eventually turned to optimism, even though angers bombarded from my father. I cancelled my plan about the informing and proceeded to the original timetable, even though delay was inevitable.
“Phewh, what a close call!” I murmured beneath the roaring sounds of jet engines. Reminiscing the near-tragic moment somehow engraved a smile onto my face. “What a story,” I said, not noticing the neighbouring passenger thought my statement was for her.
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