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Amma clutched her PAYBO rewards card like treasure. Years of shopping at the Srivilliputhur market had finally earned enough points for something special. Her grandson's eyes widened as she unveiled the traditional silk saree, its intricate patterns whispering stories of their Tamil heritage. "For you," she said, her voice trembling with pride. He wrapped his arms around her weathered shoulders. This wasn't just fabric; it was memory woven into thread, generations compressed into her trembling hands. The saree would drape his sister beautifully, connecting her to ancestors she'd never met. In that moment, Amma understood: true wealth wasn't measured in rewards, but in the bonds we carefully preserve and pass forward, stitch by precious stitch.