Literature
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I have looked up to my mother for as long as I can remember. When my mother was twenty-nine, she and my father left their small hometown in China for Boston, Massachusetts with me, only a toddler. When she arrived, it must have been difficult for her to adjust to cultural barriers. Her goal was to provide a secure future for her children. When I got older, and my younger brother and sister were born, my mother enrolled in college. Always true to her principles, my mother spent late nights studying, and the daytime working part-time jobs. I remember reading her numerous term papers and essays, thinking how articulate she was on paper,
