If I could go back and raise my daughter again; if I could go back and hold that spark of curiosity in her eyes, I would teach her this. If my mother were still alive, I would see her differently. Even in reflection, I see myself differently after reading this, a collection of fragmented pieces conditioned by a narrative that was too convenient in its message. Your words are like the fire stolen from the gods, all-piercing.

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