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Read the following text and answer the questions provided below. I remember the day when I first got Kutkut, my 7 year old cat. I wanted to name her because she was so cute. My older sister Karina convinced me to name her Kutkut lucu instead, so we could call her Kutkut for short. I was so fond of to Kutkut. Every time I saw her, I couldn’t walk away; I would just have to hug her. I even slept at the end of my bed, so I can hug her the whole night even though I was freezing. I always remember so many fun times with Kutkut . Like when we would run and jump off the end of our jetty, and Kutkut would chase after us. When I was scared or mad, I would just hug Kutkut and everything wouldn’t be so bad. One night, right before I went to bed, my mom let her out. While I went to sleep, my mom went to call Kutkut back in. But she didn’t come in, so I thought she maybe went inside my neighbor’s house. As my mom and dad went outside to look for Kutkut , I became really worried. They couldn’t find her. Every ten minutes they would go out to look for her, so I went to bed hoping she was safe. I just thought she got lost and would come back tomorrow. The next day was the worst. My mom woke us early and told me and my sister, Karina, that Kutkut died last night. I was so sad and did not want to do anything that day. When I was going to school, I could not stop crying. At school all my friends made me cards and tried to make me stop crying, but I couldn’t. My teacher would always look at me and ask why I was crying. Even my friend was crying with me. When I got home I went to my room crying really loudly. I wanted to scream. I came downstairs and hugged my mom. She said we could get another cat. Then, she was trying to find a new cat on the internet. But I did not want another cat. I want Kutkut . She never found one that looked like Kutkut or at the same age or even in the same kind. That night I slept with my mom and we prayed for Kutkut . I kept thinking she was a ghost at the end of the bed, so I stayed closed to my mom. The next day I figured out that if Kutkut was a ghost, she would not scare me or haunt me. She would be waiting for me to play with her. I still think about Kutkut every day and wish she could come back. What did the writer’s mom do to support the writer?

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