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The boy's father spoke softly in the dialect of the river, the tone he used whenever he wanted to speak the truth: "Parents ask themselves this question, if it would give their children a better life, would they want it?" ? Are you willing to give your life for your child?" The mangroves are breathing, making a slight rustling sound.The boy's father stood in the deep muck, pulling in the net full of live, silvery fish.The boy stood on the bank, harpoon in hand, ready for battle. "Remember," my father went on, changing to English for emphasis, but the transition between the two languages ​​is as natural as changing a fishing net for a harpoon, "to kill the fish quickly, do this It's a good deed for them."