My Mother

apa yang terlintas pada benak anda ketika membaca judul tulisan ini??? mungkin, sebagian dari Anda akan berpikir bahwa saya akan curhat tentang ibu saya, ato saya akan menulis cerpen atau apalah tentang saya.. sayang sekali, tak ada satu opsi pun dari pilihan itu yang tepat.. :D

begini, sebenarnya saya mendapat tugas untuk menginterpretasikan cerita yang berjudul "My Mother".. berikut adalah komentar dan interpretasi saya mengenai cerita tersebut.. oia, dalam bahasa inggris ya? cz sebenere, itu tgs dari mata kuliah creative writing..

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In my opinion, the author’s style to describe the setting - place, time, and atmosphere - is very great. The way he expand the story makes the readers always curious the next part and also makes them trying to figure out the setting of place based on the story. In this story, the author used the word choice in most part of it. For example, he preferred to use word “paleface” than “stranger”, who is usually called as white people. Besides word choice, the author also used the style of language that makes the readers as if they are also involved in the story. I think it is not easy to attract the readers’ attention through this way.

            The paragraph above is comments about the intrinsic only. Now, I will comment about the author’s intention through the story. In my point of view, the author intends to show the readers about the condition of an Indian girl’s childhood. We learned that Indians are the indigenous people of North America. However, because of the migration of Europeans to America at the end of the 15^th century, many American Indians were driven away from their homeland. Since their homeland was stolen by the “paleface”, white people from Europe, they lived as hunter-gatherer societies. Of course, if we were they, we could feel suffering traveled many days and nights in that condition, and it happened in our childhood.

            Through the author’s strong characters - A Mother and A Little Girl - , the author wants to represent that although the Americans Indians were forced away from their homeland, it does not mean that they also lost their pride as American Indians. They will tell their children about the truth, not in order they will also hate the “paleface”, but to arouse their spirits to dignify their tribe, American Indians.

selain disuruh berkomentar,, kami juga disuruh mendeskripsikan tentang my childhood dalam satu narasi yang pendek.. here it is....

                  My lovely mother came to my throne when the king of day was still sleep. Then her full red lips touched down on my right pointed cheek carefully. She used to do that to make me get rid of my convenient bed. I opened my eyes slowly and smiled to her. I walked lazily after her. After having a fresh bath, my two beautiful older sisters and my only brother had just gone out from their sweet dreams. I had already ready with my books to go for general knowledge. I still waited for my cute second sister because we were in the same Primary School. I was the first grade and she was the sixth grade. My clever oldest sister, the first grade of Senior High School, and my only handsome brother, the second grade of Secondary School, bought the breakfast for our happy family. I was in the class when one of my selfless teachers asked for me and my older sister went home. Arriving at home, I saw many people came. I was so curious that I came in to my Mom’s room. There were my oldest sister and some my relatives. Wait a second! Where is my brother? I wanted to ask my mom. I looked at her face. There were so many tears in her eyes. I could not say anything anymore at the time. We all wept together, except my generous father. Through the window in the middle room, I saw my brother with his paleface already slept in freeze. Since that tearing day, I promised to myself that I would always do my best for my family, especially my lovely Mom.