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Fan Mail: The Tetseo Sisters

It was late night, when mother thought she should embroider the Chi Pi Khwu   shawl the next day.  Father had already taught the son how to craft the stringed instrument .  She understood that her four daughters were now old enough to learn how to hand embroider. All she needed to do was to stitch the three parts of the shawl before sunrise.  She gently tapped the shoulder of her eldest daughter, who was already asleep and whispered to her ears saying "Hiyohey". It was a reminder that the two could wake up early before the rest of the family, and  after the early morning chores, they'd  unwind the last spools of yarn  for the hand work. She  knew it was time to teach her daughters the tunes they’d always wanted to learn. Her children would see the colour of a new dawn.  It was around 4 o' clock in the afternoon. “Beautiful” she said, as I pointed her to where the Tetseo Sisters were seated. It was easy to spot them seated behind the first row, the spirit

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