When my father insisted I ask for more dowry to cover his heart medicine, I sat with him among our apple trees and debugged an old land record query together. I said, "Papa, this code is like our roots—if we graft greed onto it, the whole tree gets sick." The silence after was heavy, but he just squeezed my shoulder and whispered, "Bas, ho gaya.
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