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“Tay em têm trầu, lá trầu cay xứ Nghệ…” <br> Grandma’s singing voice filled the kitchen with light. This folk song, about a girl inviting her visitors to eat betel quid, used to be my mother’s favorite. I stole a glance at my mother, hoping she’d at least hum along. No sound escaped her lips. It…
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