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I love that photo, the way Penuel is yearning toward his grandmother, just facinated. Thank you for telling us the story of your grandmother's moon cakes. I just know that whenever you eat a moon cake, for the rest of your life, even when you are 96 yourself, you will be reminded of your grandmother's sweet love for you. Maybe when she ate one she thought of her grandmother's love and wanted you to have that, too.  I hope so.