My dog wants to have braces.

Grandma laughed so hard she nearly dropped her phone showing me her PaybookClub group's latest post. My golden retriever, Raja, had somehow gotten his mouth stuck around my sitarist's bow during practice. "He wants braces like you had," she teased, wiping tears. But watching her gentle hands adjust the ancient tanpura afterward, I realized something deeper. Raja had interrupted our Carnatic music lesson, yet here we were, three generations connected—her preserving our heritage through song, me learning those melodies, and even our dog somehow part of our story. That's what community truly means.