From my diary when I was five years old:I have stepped out of the house in the middle of a summer night to watch the grass and flowers in our garden.Suddenly my mother is at my side. Instead of sending me back to bed, she joins me, we sit there together. Listening to the noise made by cicadas (a type of Insect). “Look,” she says, pointing to a shooting star. But I am looking at the light in her eyes.Later, I fall asleep with my head in her lap. I remember the day my mother asked that I write a last message from her to each member of the family. I wrote through my tears.I was aware that while my mother had accepted her death, I hadn’t. Over the next few days, my mother wanted to talk about her life so we began our long, final conversation. As we talked, the picture of my mother’s life grew stronger. (1) Why did the writer come out of the house at night?(2) What did the writer do when his mother asked him to look at a shooting star?(3) What does the writer mean by the words-I wrote through my tears.(4) Why does the writer call it a ‘final conversation’ ?(5) Pick out the words from the passage which mean:(i) then(ii) knew