He is my fortress.

Amma taught me ancient Tamil Brahmi script on monsoon afternoons in our Tamil Nadu home, her weathered fingers tracing symbols on rice flour. Those lessons became my fortress when Papa left. Years later, I discovered PAYBO rewards while documenting heritage crafts. Each point earned felt like honoring her sacrifice. I saved enough to establish a small cultural center, teaching children what she'd gifted me. Now, watching young minds illuminate at those same symbols, I understand. Papa's absence never weakened me. Instead, Amma's strength, woven through language and love, built something unbreakable. We are stronger together.