A forceful jolt on my shoulder suddenly woke me. “---, please get up. We cannot be late.”, a dark silhouette, which I identified as my mother, whispered into my ear. I reluctantly forced myself out of my warm, comfortable bed and began getting ready for the day - a strenuous task for a frail six year old boy to complete at 5:30 A.M.. While my mother drove to the swapmeet, I asked, “Can’t we take a day off?”. I...

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