Lots of stuff to write about... this one may not have a photo... just lots and lots of words. You can also cut and paste here. "I remember the nights under a mosquito net before we slept, when I would ask my mother to tell me about her experiences abroad. My favourite stories were of her encounters and friendships with other overseas workers. I grew up feeling proud of my mother who, like many migrant workers, demonstrates what strength means, and whose displacement is caused not by selfish desires but by a dream of providing a better life for her family."
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