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When I was growing up as a child my father would ask me every morning - I would come downstairs - and he would ask all his children, 'Have you prayed?', you know, in Chinese of course. Most of the time I hadn't, but I'd say yes, you know, and I lied to him and I never felt guilty about it. But about twenty years after he died I was sitting in a hotel room by myself and there was a nice breeze coming through the window and I heard my father's voice, you know, as though he were standing right beside me, 'Have you prayed?'. And I was so overwhelmed with guilt, I thought, "Man, all those years I lied to him and never felt guilty about it." So I wrote this poem.

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