IGCSE First Language English Essays

The Red Wooden Cube

Write a description of an object you own which is important to you.
 
Bright moonlight shone into my bedroom through the open window casting ghostly shadows on the wall. A sense of sadness crept into my room with empty overwhelming loneliness following behind. Then, I see it. The warm aura emanating from the glowing red wooden cube on my table. Hesitantly, my arms extended, and reached out for the cube. It lay still in the palm of my hand as I caressed it gently with the other. It was given to me as a gift by him several years ago but it already felt like a lifetime ago.

The cube was intricately decorated with two opposite faces displaying a colorful sea turtle. A rose pink hibiscus was painted on their carved yellow shells. Each of their eyes with their big black pupils looked at me like joyful puppies jumping at the sight of their owner. The other two opposite sides had the tiny white words "Sabah" and "Borneo" written in cursive respectively. This small red wooden cube was no ordinary cube. It called out to me in times of distress and gave me soothing warmth that always cleared my mind of crowded thoughts.

The fifth side had what seemed like a miniature metal hook attached in the center. It had not always been like that. The cube was once part of a keychain — a souvenir from a friend who bought it during his vacation to the "land below the wind". Well, we were the closest of friends. After graduating from primary school, we went to different schools, drifted apart, and never saw each other again. Just like our friendship, the metal hook broke off the keychain.

But sometimes late at night when my life is moving past me at 1000 miles per hour, everything suddenly slows down as if time were frozen when I hold onto the red cube. And I see faint visions, memories from when I was ten or twelve, the first time we met and talked with each other. I see myself hanging out with him, cracking jokes together, doing nothing in particular, enjoying life as time goes by. Oh! How the nostalgia kicks in and how the emotions pour in filling me up and coming out as tears.

A cool night breeze roused me from my late night rumination and reminded me of the time. Slowly with both of my hands, I placed the red cube back onto the table, careful not to drop it on the floor. Of all the things in my room, it is my most prized possession, a sacred relic gifted to me by a saint. The red wooden cube will continue to accompany me through the darkest of nights for many years to come.