Would anybody discuss me with my writing about the description of an activity and the place of activity

“A little slow!” my mother shouted, “why is it this hurry, you left me breathless, suit your pace to mine a bit,” she said, laughing. I slowed down a little with my mother's warning and began to walk abreast with her. We, mother and son, walked hand in hand in a loose fashion with comfortable steps, looking around silently for a while, crossed the game field of neighborhood and then by covering the road on the left side of the mosque we reached Saraydüzü Street. As I looked at her face, I felt that nothing else but love and compassion would radiate from. The stairs that would lead us to the Park was just across the street. After a two-step climbing, from the street level, we move up to a big platform, turned left, went up the stairs of fifteen bars. Upon emerging from the stairway, we turned left, and started walking upwards the road leading us to the Park, and then went to the park after walking about two hundred meters.
Park was filled with wild trees, shrubs, honeysuckle covered pergola surrounding benches. In separate pavilions, there were rose gardens and other flowers. These connected small pavilions would both provide a romantic atmosphere for lovers and hide them. There were also little small areas for those who come for a picnic. There was a fountain in each area. Small woods behind the park link it with the towering mountain the skirt of which the park lies thus making it a part of wildlife. Park wall made of stone blocks would enclose the entire area; thus, provide protection and concealment for both the lovers and for this urbane paradise from the eyes of malicious people.
The park was so crowded that all picnic areas were filled with people still others were sitting on the lanes for a picnic. We walked around the whole park area twice but could not find a place to sit and have a picnic. “We wandered the whole -” I was going to begin whimpering but my mother cut me off, "We will soon have found the place reserved for us," she said. “What do you mean by a reserved place?” said I bluntly. “Just be patient,” replied mother. “Okay,” I responded with a surprise look on my face. “We haven't gone closer to the shrine yet," said my mother. She began walking towards the shrine. I caught up to her in a few strides. My mother went straight to the place where we sat as if she had been shown previously, and when we came there, she said, "this is the place where we sit," and she went on, "We have just found our place, see" she pointed out.
I was so surprised about this to happen, in fact, I should not have been, because my mother would do this kind of things and would never be aware of what she had done. I was pretty sure she had previously never been to such places.
"Mom, you are sure you've never been here before, haven't you?" I asked.
"No, my son, never," she replied.
"Well, then, why did you just say that it was reserved for us?"
"I do not know, my son, I just felt like that way."
She took out a blanket from the picnic bag, spreaded it on the hard ground nearby a patch of green grass, and we sat down on it. And then she started to remove from the picnic bag little pots of everything; spread of rosehip and cherry, fresh bread sandwiches, cheese slabs and boiled eggs, several tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers. There were all "my favorites” there. Finally she took a loaf of bread. She handed a thermos to me, "go and fill it with water from the water faucet," she said. "Where?" I asked. "Over there, don't you see it?" she frowned. Until I filled the thermos with water from the faucet, and came, she had already sliced the bread. She added two tablespoons of cherry marmalade into the thermos and started to shake. Several minutes later our fruit juice was ready. She spread limp-looking rose hip marmalade on two sandwich breads and thrust one into my hand. I stuffed it into my mouth surprisingly quickly and looked back her with a forced smile but I was about to choke. Mother's eyes caught mine but she almost managed to stifle her laugh.