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    The Factual Narrative Language Key

    Features
    Past Tense:
    THE POWER OF FLOWERS My mother
    turned 75 years
    old in July.
    -10 paragraphs;
    20 sentences in
    the past tense.

    Adverbials of
    Time:
    One midweek
    morning at the
    end of the
    My mother turned 75 years old in July. Two months later, I got a call
    year,
    from Tuti, the nurse who took daily care of my mother at home since my
    mother had a stroke. Due to her illness, my beloved mother had not Descriptive
    been able to move or speak at all. She could no longer recognize the Adjectives:
    people around her except for the nurse and me. My beloved
    mother…
    I was her only daughter working in a city while my mother lived about 80 my ailing
    km from the city where I worked. On weekends I would drive from the mother
    city to my mother's house in a small town. I spent time with my mother
    Noun phrase:
    while she was alive even though it was only one-way communication.
    - a small town
    - a nostalgic
    When my mother's health began to deteriorate in November, I was song
    driving to my mother's house. Driving on the toll road to my mother's
    house seemed long and monotonous. I preferred taking the narrow and - my mother's
    rather winding roads. The scenery on the winding roads always house
    captivated me, passing through the green terraced rice-fields on a
    mountain slope, listening to the gurgling water of a brook which - the clean air
    - my ailing
    sounded like a nostalgic song. I turned off my car's air conditioner to
    mother
    enjoy the clean air. It was a good thing to breathe.

    When I reached the last bend, I suddenly discovered a little beauty that
    I had never seen before. Near the bushes on the edge of the rice field, I
    saw several clumps of wild flowers in bloom. They were delicate and
    purple and swayed in the wind as if they were whispering a story to one
    another.

    Seized with awe, I pulled my car to the side of the road and plucked
    those wildflowers. "I'II put them in a vase and give them to my mother,
    I'II place them on the small table beside her bed." I thought.

    Arriving at my mother's house, I did everything I had planned in the car.


    I went to my mother's room and slowly put the bunch of purple flowers
    down. My mother could only stare at what I had placed on her small
    table, this time I saw her eyes sparkling a little and even seemed more
    lucid than usual. The look in her eyes seemed to be grateful,
    commenting on the beauty of the flowers and stating her curiosity to
    know where I had gotten those flowers.

    I was not surprised, but inside my heart was overjoyed. It turned out
    that the flowers on the edge of the road were able to evoke something
    in my ailing mother. Even though her body could no longer respond, the
    look in her eyes could not deceive.

    Afterwards, I always brought a small knife, a vase and a bottle of water


    in my Jeep during my trips to visit her. Every time I stopped in front of
    the house, I quickly jumped out of the car with a bunch of purple flowers
    in the vase. With those flowers, my mother's eyes would shine and we
    had a pleasant conversation. Even though she could not speak, the
    look in her eyes said a lot to me.

    One midweek morning at the end of the year, I got a call from Tuti
    saying that my mother's condition had taken a turn for the worse and
    asking me hurriedly to see my mother. Immediately, I sped away and
    passed the flowers I usually plucked. I suddenly braked the car and
    decided to turn around, walk a few meters back, and pluck a few
    sprigs.

    Arriving at the hospital, I found my mother was very pale and weak. I
    put the flowers in the vase and came closer to the bedside and held my
    mother's hand. She felt a touch on her fingers. That was the last
    conversation we had together.
    (Th.M.Sudarwati & Eudia Grace, (2022), Pathway to English for SMA Grade XI, Erlangga Book,
    Page 11)

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