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The pen is in your hand for you to write or rewrite your relationship, family, or community history.
Our family relationships can thrive or survive from generation to generation, depending on our choices.
Here is my childhood story. I did not know why my dad kept telling me this story a million times.
But I remember in detail the setting of the story. The location was about 20 miles from my ancestral village. Frankly, I have been to the town several times because my maternal aunt lived there until she died eight years ago.
My childhood nighttime story as told by my father:
A man lived over one hundred years (At the time, life expectancy age was about thirty-four). All his children died except one son. His son worried that he would die and leave his father with no other child to care for him. One day, he took his father to the forest…