Papa was fixing the old radio antenna when the update about Mirabai came on, the crackle making her name sound even sweeter. He straightened his back, smiled at the window like he could see all the way to Melbourne, and said, "Chak de phatte, beti." Suddenly, my worry over the drip irrigation prices felt lighter, like she’d lifted that too.
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