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Amma's hands trembled as she held the photograph across the ocean. Five red hearts marked the corners of her grandson's first Pongal celebration in Toronto, thousands of miles from her village in Chennai. He wore the traditional veshti she'd sewn, rice and jaggery adorning the kolam behind him. Though distance separated them, his eyes sparkled with recognition of something ancient and beautiful. She'd taught him Tamil songs through crackled video calls. Now he danced at the harvest festival, carrying their legacy forward. The hearts represented connection—binding past to present, homeland to diaspora. In that moment, she understood. Heritage doesn't live in geography; it lives in hearts that choose to remember.