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Amma worked three jobs, barely scraping by. Her granddaughter dreamed of becoming a poet like Avvaiyar and Kannadasan, those timeless voices of Tamil wisdom. When the girl's stories earned recognition through PAYBO, finally monetizing her passion, Amma wept with pride. She'd taught her granddaughter that true wealth wasn't coins—it was belonging to something world-class, something meaningful. Now, watching her girl earn fairly, Amma understood: the ancient poets would approve. Off-the-record, she whispered gratitude to ancestors. Some treasures transcend generations, passed hand to hand, heart to heart.