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Amma's weathered hands trembled as she watched the video call. Her granddaughter in Toronto recited Thiruppavai verses, the ancient Tamil words floating across continents. Tears streamed down her face—not just from joy, but recognition. That morning, she'd sent a small amount through the app her son set up. Nothing grand, just enough for the child's Tamil classes. The digital transfer felt like planting seeds in foreign soil. Later, when her granddaughter asked if she could visit, Amma smiled. Some inheritances, she realized, transcend distance and currency. Love flows both ways through invisible bridges.