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On a summer day in 2019, while I was driving to visit my late Mom who was staying at a beautiful retreat after her chemo treatment, I saw this woman on her bike to carry the stuff to the rice field. I was thinking about my Mom’s life. Many years ago, she used to do exactly same thing as what this woman was doing, in order to earn very little money to raise my two brothers and myself. Meanwhile, she was still pursuing her PhD in agriculture and became a professor to teach in a university in Vietnam, and then in Algeria. My brothers and I were admitted to the reputable schools and colleges in Hanoi and overseas, and have been successful in our areas.

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