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It took us over a week to clean up the mess left by the Red Guards' raid. Mother and I gathered and folded the linen and clothes that weren't torn. She put aside a small pile that needed mending and another larger pile for rags. Among the rags were her white silk dress and Father's silk ties.
Cleaning the kitchen took the longest. Black sesame seeds, red beans, and dry spices were scattered everywhere. Broken dishes filled the sink. Mother's face was blank until she picked up a piece of her fine china. Then she burst into tears.