It had been a long time since my whole family went out together. One month ago, my brother visited us from China, he come here for one month holiday. After two more days he would be going back. So we decided to take him to East Coast Park and play.
It was a perfect day for a picnic. The bright, smiling sun peeped from the clouds, its warm glow engulfing the East Coast Park.
My siblings, dad and I gathered around on the beach, enjoying the sandwiches that my mum had prepared for us.
Suddenly, a loud splash diverted out attention to the sea. Shock gripped us as we saw what had happen. A boy's head, a mop of jet black hair, was bobbing up and down in the water. The copper-skinned arms were waving about wildly.
My dad dropped his sandwich carelessly and ran towards the sea. There was a large crowed gathering around the beach and noisily making suggestions about what might had happened to the boy.
Meanwhile, my dad was fighting the current to reach the struggling boy.
After a while, my dad came striding up the beach, the boy lying limply in his arm, unconscious. My dad put the boy down and proceeded to resuscitate the boy. A while later, the boy's eyelids fluttered and he began coughing, spewing out the water onto the sand. My dad saved the boy. All the people around the beach were cheering for my dad and the unknown parents of the boy thanked my dad.
From that day onwards, my dad was not only a husband, a father but a hero too.
It was really an experience for me, the next time it happens again I will know what to do.

Xiao Hui