“Who wants to help me?” Miss Ng asked the students in 4 Gratitude. Many students raised their hands eagerly. Miss Ng beamed at me and chose me. I took the stack of worksheets and made my way to the staffroom. Pride surged through me.

When I reached the school pond, something bad unexpectedly happened. To my horror, a sudden gust of wind blew the worksheets. My eyes widened in shock as they landed on the pond. I tried to retrieve them, but they were out of reach. Worried, I felt tears well up in my eyes. I was scared that Miss Ng would scold me.

Just then, my classmate, Adam walked past the pond. A look of concern and determination stretched across his face. Immediately, he used a tree branch to retrieve the worksheets. I heaved a sigh of relief.

After trying persistently for some time, Adam managed to retrieve all the worksheets. They were wet, but at least I had not lost them. I thanked him profusely. I then apologised to Miss Ng and promised to be more careful in the future.