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Preserving What We Share One of my earliest memories is going with my mom to vote. Back then, voting booths had these big, heavy curtains. I remember stepping in beside her and helping pull that big, ugly curtain closed behind us. It felt like we were entering a secret space where something important was about to happen. I didn’t know the names on the ballot. I didn’t understand the issues. But I knew it mattered. My mom was doing something serious. Something good. Something