In India, a living will is a paper for the hospital, but in my family, it is a quiet talk over chai. My sister named me her guardian in hers, but when her time came, her sons from abroad flew in and the doctors listened only to them. So make your papers, but remember, in the end, family voices can drown out a document. I keep her folded directive in my trunk, next to her daughter’s first frock I stitched—both full of hope, but one was not used as intended.
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