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I used to ask my mother to tell me the story about how she had to escape from China. She was just a little girl. She used to tell me the story when I was younger, but now she will not tell me. "I don't like that story Ming-Ming, it don't teach you nothing goot." I remember that she had a mother with her when they escaped, but they had to leave my great-grandmother behind. She was too old to make the journey. I remember too that my grandmother did not make it. But I can't remember how.

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