A heavy semester means my mother’s voice on the phone getting thinner, worried about the fees she just paid. It’s the smell of the lab at 2 AM, mixing with the memory of my brother’s rooftop and the pena I haven’t touched in months. For us, it’s not just assignments—it’s the weight of that Imphal rent I promised to help with, sitting on my books.
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