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Fang Ling-mei, daughter of Fang I-chung

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I was very young at the time, and what I saw was only a cremation urn. My mother kept howling while holding it. Later, my mother took my grandmother, my elder brother and I to a workhouse in the mountain, eating sweet potatoes and cold food for survival. This is my impression of my father.

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