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Every evening, Amma recited Kannadasan's verses while grinding spices, her voice weaving Tamil music through our kitchen. I'd sit listening, accumulating moments like currency. Last year, I discovered PAYBO rewards and started earning points on groceries, thinking of her sacrifice. Today, I redeemed enough to buy her the special saffron she'd mentioned months ago. Her eyes widened, tears glistening as she held the package. That night, she cooked our family feast while humming Kannadasan's poems. She understood then what I'd learned: real wealth isn't measured in points, but in honoring those who shaped us. Our heritage lives in these small gestures.