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The winter months seemed endless. Cold and hungry, days and nights mixed together. Father didn't get his wish to return to surgery. To keep warm, he dressed in layers of old jackets under his long blue hospital coat.
What would it take to end this misery? When we looked at the picture of the Golden Gate Bridge by candlelight, Father whispered, "Never give up hope, my dear. Life can't go on like this forever. Someday we will be free of this injustice." Father hid the picture behind Chairman Mao's portrait again.