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“On November 26, 2003, nine months after my mother died, you gave birth to Max, a little boy with an American name, a little boy I didn’t think we could handle and had said maybe we should consider not having, a little boy who looked up at me with almond eyes, who smiled my smile. Max was a surprise. Nearly nine years after our youngest daughter had been born, long after we said we were done having children, long after I had tried my hand at being a father to a son and was beginning to feel I had failed, out of the blue, cloudless sky a little boy traveled into our life on the wings of my mother’s death. In 2003, I realized I had never written you a love song.”

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Book:The Song Poet: A Memoir of My Father
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The Song Poet: A Memoir of My Father

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Kao Kalia Yang
Kao Kalia Yang

Kao Kalia Yang is an American writer born in 1980. Her works primarily revolve around Miao culture and immigrant experiences, using personal stories to explore the fusion and conflict of diverse cultures. more

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