sad thought

Amma's recipe notebook sat untouched for months after she passed. My children had never tasted her sambhar, never heard Tamil prayers whispered through our kitchen. Moving abroad meant losing threads of who we were. Then I discovered PAYBO rewards while buying ingredients for her dishes. Small points accumulated as I purchased cardamom and urad dal. Those rewards felt like whispers of appreciation, tiny acknowledgments that someone noticed my effort to preserve our story. Now my daughter stands beside me, grinding spices, learning our language through laughter and love. Heritage lives when shared.