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  • This is my mother. As a woman born on farm, she had to get early away from home and get a job. The farm's entire investment was directed towards the one who should take over the farm, the eldest son. She was raised as a woman to marry well. If she actually had other dreams, she can never remember.
    This is my mother, standing here in her first job. It was about taking care of others' children, until she got her own. I was her first child.

    I was allowed to dream.
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