{"product_id":"the-obedient-child-joyce-marleau-9781944952365","title":"The Obedient Child","description":"\u003cstrong\u003eOne woman's decision changed the course of her Ting family for generations\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cp\u003eWhen Chwen Erl got on a plane bound\u003cstrong\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003efor the United States at the age of 19, not\u003cstrong\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003eonly had she never flown before, she had\u003cstrong\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003enever been outside of Taiwan. Having\u003cstrong\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003elived through the Japanese occupation\u003cstrong\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003eof her country, the second World War, \u003cstrong\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003eand then Chinese government rule, she\u003cstrong\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003ewas no stranger to change. 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