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Penulis: Alisa
Yori is an active, polite child who is very curious about his surroundings. However, he is also very caring, and his mother loves him dearly.
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Every morning, his mother makes breakfast and a packed lunch for Yori. Cleverly, Yori wakes up by himself when his alarm clock rings. After waking up, he goes downstairs to greet his mother. “Good morning, Mom,” he says. His mother, still sleepy, replies, “Good morning, son. Let’s have breakfast, then take a shower and get ready for school.” Yori’s father, mother, and Yori have breakfast together at the dining table. After breakfast, Yori takes a shower by himself, and his mother helps him get dressed.
His father went to work, and his mother took him to school. When they arrived at the school gate, his mother said, “Study hard, son, and eat all your lunch. Good luck!” His mother hugged him before Yori entered the school grounds.
At school, Yori studied diligently and paid close attention to his teacher as she explained the material. When his teacher was explaining about the life of butterflies while holding one in front of all the students, Yori raised his hand to ask, “Teacher, so caterpillars need to eat a lot to become butterflies? They all look fat.” His teacher replied, “That’s right, caterpillars need food to transform into beautiful butterflies. But I remind you not to touch caterpillars because they can cause itching, but also not to kill animals.” Yori’s friend chimed in, “My mom says we have to take care of the environment and be kind to animals.”
During recess, Yori and her classmates ate together. Alexa asked, “Yori, what did you bring for lunch today?” Yori replied, “My mom made lots of mini burgers, grapes, blueberries, and mini sushi. What did you bring, Alexa?”
Alexa showed the contents of her lunch box. “Can I trade food with you?” Yori traded her mini burgers with Alexa, and so did the other friends. They traded and tasted each other’s lunches together.
School was out, and vacation had begun. Today, Yori and his parents went on vacation to his grandmother’s house in the village. During the car ride, Yori looked at his mother with enthusiastic questions. “Mom, look, there’s a rainbow! How can there be a rainbow?” “Dad, look! Birds are flying. What kind of birds are they? Their colors are so beautiful.” And so it went on until he got tired and fell fast asleep during the trip.
When they arrived at his grandmother’s house, his father woke him up. Yori was happy because he could see his grandparents. Yori hugged his grandfather and grandmother. “Oh, my dear grandson, you’re getting bigger and more adorable. Grandma missed you.”
After that, they all went into Grandma’s house, and Grandma had prepared food for them. “Let’s eat.” Then they ate together. Yori really liked his grandmother’s banana cake. “Grandma, will you teach me how to make this banana cake? I really like it!” His grandmother smiled and promised to teach Yori how to make the cake the next afternoon.
The next day, Yori woke up very early. His mother fed him breakfast after he took a shower. That morning, his grandfather wanted to take the little boy around the village on a bicycle. Yori’s grandfather prepared his farming tools on the bicycle. “Let’s go,” said his grandfather. Yori’s mother put a hat on Yori’s head, and then the two of them left.
“Wow, the rice fields are green,” said Yori, pointing at his grandfather’s rice fields. He hugged his grandfather tightly while continuing to gaze in awe at his surroundings: birds flying overhead, people planting rice, and his aunt selling cakes.
“Grandpa, I want a cake,” said Yori. His grandfather stopped in front of the aunt selling cakes and took Yori off his bicycle.
“Choose one,” said his grandfather. “Auntie, what kind of cake is this? What is this pink one? What is this straight green one?” asked the curious little girl. “This is a fried banana, the pink one is angku cake filled with green beans, and this one is a rolled pancake filled with coconut and palm sugar,” explained the auntie, pointing to the cakes Yori had asked about. “I want to try them all!” she exclaimed happily.
After buying the cakes, they rode their bikes back and stopped at a hut on the edge of a rice field, where his grandfather usually rested while working. “Sit here. After eating the cakes, we’ll walk to the middle of the rice field. Grandpa guesses you really want to know about rice fields!” said his grandfather while waiting for Yori to eat the cakes.
A few minutes later, they finally walked towards the rice fields. Yori followed his grandfather from behind. “Grandpa, why are there so many snails?” His grandfather replied, “Oh, tutut. Tutut is good for cleaning moss and increasing soil fertility.” Yori formed an O shape with his mouth.
His grandfather also taught Yori how to plant rice and carried him to see the scarecrows. “Well, the function of these scarecrows is to scare away birds that try to steal the rice,” said his grandfather. They spent several hours in the rice fields until it was time to go home.
The bicycle they were riding stopped in front of the house. His grandfather cleaned the mud off Yori’s feet and told Yori’s mother to clean Yori’s body because he had been so engrossed in playing that he had fallen into the mud. What an exciting day it had been for Yori.
Morning turned to afternoon, and Yori, who was tired from playing in the rice fields, was fed lunch by his mother. While eating, Yori recounted the excitement he had experienced in the rice fields. After eating, Yori took a nap.
In the afternoon, Yori woke up from his nap and remembered his grandmother’s promise to teach him how to make a cake today. He quickly got out of bed and went to his grandmother.
“Come on, Grandma, let’s make a cake!” Yori pulled his grandmother’s hand to the kitchen, and they prepared the ingredients for making the cake.
His mother also helped. Step by step, his grandmother guided Yori. Yori cleverly cracked the eggs with a single tap.
“Now, once you’ve cracked the eggs, you can add the flour and sugar,” said his grandmother. His mother gave Yori a bowl of mashed bananas. “Pour this in, son, and once it’s mixed, you can stir it.” Yori did it with the guidance of his beloved mother and grandmother.
When the batter was ready, Yori’s mother put it in a box and put the batter in the oven. “Let’s wait for 40 minutes,” said Yori’s grandmother. They waited for the cake to bake while making tea for the grandmother and mother, coffee for the grandfather and father, and milk for Yori.
“Ding.” The oven beeped, signaling that Yori’s cake was done. “Mmm, it smells so good!” Yori’s father cut the cake into several pieces and placed them on a plate. “Let’s try this delicious cake made by our beloved granddaughter.” Without hesitation and with great enthusiasm, they tasted the banana cake, exclaiming, “Wow, it’s so delicious… Yori is so clever to make this.” That was the end of Yori’s exciting day at Grandma’s house, filled with laughter and happy memories that Yori would always look forward to every time the holidays came.
Name: Alisa
Department: English Language Education
Semester: 3
Course: Creative Writing
