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“She’s about two and a half,”
the father says quietly, not entirely confident in his own words.
Under the harsh midday sun, the two move through the streets selling lottery tickets, amid the relentless flow of Saigon’s traffic.
The girl hesitates, briefly unsettled, yet curiosity takes over.
She looks up at her father, eyes wide and searching. “Taking a photo? What is that, Father?” - The question lingers in her gaze, unspoken.
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