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There are so many barriers to understanding, tall grass we wade through to travel through (mis)understanding from one generation to another. As children of the modern age, often times we grow up to disagree with and even resent the difficult conditions in which we were raised by our parents. Callously and inevitably, we allow ourselves to forget the most sacred “Early Years” of our upbringing, when we were so carefully taken after.

I have chosen to tell this specific story, because I think that it's one that desperately deserves to be heard by the parents and children of today.

Haohao Qiaoshi Liu | 刘巧诗 好好

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