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<正>The most affectionate memory of my childhood is about a round table.When I was still little, my entire family would reunite on almost every traditional festival to have dinner. While the grown-ups were discussing something beyond our comprehension, we kids would be scuttling around or even crouching under the table to play hide and seek.When I got a bit older, my aunt brought back her boyfriend, a tall and shy man. And my grandma joyfully added another seat to the round table. It seemed a little bit more crowded, but we all felt closer to this new family member. When I was twelve, my grandpa passed away because of cancer,
