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Our family photos were taken by my dad. He loved his dark room, set up in our backyard. He would yell at me for opening the door without waiting to be let in. I was a curious little kid who adored her dad. 

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Fun fact when I first arrived at primary school I couldn't speak English. I remember my mother dropping me off, crouched down in front of me, both hands gripping my shoulders, looking at me with pride and fear. I don't remember what words came out of her mouth, probably, 'be good and do what the teacher tells you to do', how possible that was due to the language barrier was not fully comprehended by either of us. 

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