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The first time I acknowledged that there was something called “death” was when I was 5. It was at my aunt’s funeral; my mom and other aunts/uncles were crying hard over my dead aunt’s coffin. It was the first time I saw many adults crying. I thought only kids cried. At that time, all I…
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As a Vietnamese student, I was taught literature at school the same way a toddler is taught identifying objects. This is a car, that is a dog, just like that. I was given a poem or a narrative. Then the teacher would tell me exactly what the author meant, as if she was the author. “The author criticized the rigid dictatorship…
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