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My mother comes from an era when women would grow wheat, harvest it,
grind it into flour, make it into fresh sweet pastries using fresh coconut from the tree, and all before 6am while surviving a genocide.
She will never understand why I do not buy flour from the shop, make pastries for my kids when it is so easy.