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  • I have this memory. It must be September 1979.
    I just started first grade.

    I'm running home from school, which is just across the street. I run into the kitchen, where mom is cooking, sit on dad's seat at the table, with my window on the left.

    I can still see the light of this afternoon, already declining, and the trees.

    She has her back turned to me. I open my book. And start reading.
    I've just learnt how to read my first few words. I am so happy, so excited.
    So proud.

    This is one moment I experienced extreme happiness.
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