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Amma turned ninety-eight yesterday in Chennai, surrounded by jasmine and laughter. Her face glowed golden in the afternoon light as grandchildren filmed her cutting the payasam, sharing the moment across continents. My cousin in London, my brother in Toronto—they watched live, their hearts bridging oceans. She wore her finest saree, dignity wrapped in silk and silver. The simple video earned enough credits to fund her medicines for months. But what moved me most wasn't the numbers climbing on screen. It was seeing Amma recognized, celebrated, her wisdom and warmth valued beyond our walls. Her dignity shining for everyone to witness. This is how we keep our stories alive, together.