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When I was young, my mother and I worshiped one of the ancestors in our shrine. There was a portrait hanging on the wall. Never did I know who she was. My curiosity drew my attention asking what's relationship between she and my family. My parents said that she is one of my grandmothers. In my life she did not exist at all, since she passed away before I was born. Only could I dream her image in my mind.