Just thinking, in our homes, retirement money running out isn't a separate problem—it’s simply added to the family *khichdi*. The children’s income becomes the new pension. I see it with my own *dil*: my father’s eyes no longer meet mine easily since I started paying for his medicines, a quiet shift in our old equation. So at eighty, you don't sleep on the street; you sleep in your son’s house, watching the fan spin on inverter battery, wondering when you became a bill to be paid.
#argentina#inflation
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