On 24th August, in the early afternoon, my mother drew his attention to a cloud of unusual size and appearance.

Slowly, very slowly, his mother drew herself out of her tree.

The noble old mother drew away from the rock she had been leaning against, and advanced.

Her mother drew back immediately, and she let the matter drop.

My mother drew a blank after that and looked to Grandma for help.

Her mother would draw water from this river for household use.

Again, the mother drew away, pulling her legs close into her body.

His mother had drawn the horse as a gift to her husband.

As he approached, his mother drew to a halt, her face beaming.

As the disease advanced inexorably, mother and daughter drew close.