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Amma sent me Kannadasan's words through WhatsApp, a screenshot worn soft by her worried thumbs. The Tamil poet's verses about longing bridged our seven thousand miles like nothing else could. I sat in my Brooklyn apartment, cash from three shifts tucked away, reading his wisdom on my glowing screen. My mother, scattered across two continents, had somehow found me here. Her network of diaspora aunties had shared this quote, each woman recognizing herself in those ancient words. That night, I transferred money home and sent Amma back a smile emoji. Small gestures, but they carried everything our ancestors knew about belonging.