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Papa, Mama, Ankong, Ama--I know I haven’t been the most diligent son lately. (He kowtows, burns paper money). But how can I explain--what it is like for me to work in the modern world -- and then return here, to my home village, where everything remains as you and your fathers decided it should be?

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End:

Don't worry, I am still a good son. I go through all the motions, and curse myself for every deviation. In the house of his birth, a man is always a child.

David Henry Hwang, Golden Child, Dramatists Play Service, 1999, pp.11-12.

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