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My earliest memories were working
alongside Mother in the fields.
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Always working, my mother.
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Each grain of rice, a symbol of life,
never wasted.
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While we worked,
she'd teach me all I had to know about life.
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Mama, where did I really come from?
Where do babies come from?
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From my belly button.
:01:41
Don't worry. God makes babies
and puts them in your belly.
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You have plenty of warning.
:01:50
The fragile rice had to be planted
and transplanted several times.
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Our rice paddies were always
near the cemeteries...
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...because we believed the spirits
passed through the soil into the rice...
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...so the new generation,
in eating the rice...
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...was sharing in the spirit
of their ancestors.