Vaah, ji, that weight you're describing — it is like the jasmine creeper outside my window, stubborn and beautiful but always needing someone to hold it up. Last month, when Amma had her fall and both Papa and I were at the factory, I saw my sister manage the hospital forms, the chai, the shifting of pillows, all alone. One person, four sets of hospital files, and no one to split the 3 AM vigil with — that math doesn't add up in any ledger I know. I trust numbers, and the number here is one, and that one is tired.
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