The leaves were once again falling; autumn was once again with us. This morning I had received a phone call from a friend inviting me to a small party at her home, I was delighted and happy to accept.
As soon as I (step) into my friend’s garden, my eyes were (instant) attracted by the chrysanthemums which were in full bloom. The (fragrant) from these flowers filled the air and reminded immediately of my parent’s garden in the past. I felt a lump (哽咽) my throat as the sorrows went through my mind; my tears gathered and flowed down my face. The chrysanthemums made me think of my mother who (pass) away only last autumn. I looked up to the sky because I knew she was now living in Zion, in the seventh heaven.
My mind floated back in memory. My mother had been a very hard-working _ diligent woman with strong Chinese traditional virtues. We were a family of nine people — a large with my parents, grandpa and grandma and us five children, three sons, two daughters. I was the youngest daughter born in1960s.