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My son, Nam, has always been the greatest pride of my life.
My wife and I came from humble beginnings. We worked long, exhausting days in the countryside—planting, harvesting, and saving whatever we could. Every drop of sweat carried a single dream: to see our only child graduate from college and build a better life than ours.
Not long after, Nam called again, his voice bright with excitement.
“Dad, Mom—I bought a house!”
The words seemed unreal. A house worth millions, built by a boy who once studied by candlelight in our small wooden home. I felt my heart swell with a pride too big to contain. Everything we had endured suddenly made sense.
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