I never had the chance to meet my grandfathers. They were long gone before I was born. But my grandmothers, they are the ones whom I was able to communicate with as I was growing up. They were great storytellers. I can imagine reliving their experiences on how they survived the war, how they raised my parents, how they lived the world without formal education. They were so metaphorical that sometimes I could not understand what they were talking about. But I've learned a lot from them. And I owe it to them, and my parents, everything that I am reaping now.

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