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My mother cared about one thing above all else—saving face. Because of this, she let things go that no mother should. When the community members took our family’s land, she didn’t fight back. Instead, she helped them weed it. When the neighbors stole vegetables from our garden and sold them for profit, she didn’t get angry. She felt proud. "They only steal because my crops are good," she told me. "It means I have value." I thought she was just keeping the peace. That if something truly horrible happened, she would stand up for me. But I was wrong. That day, I came home in rags.
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