Hold my hand?

Amma's wrinkled fingers trembled as I showed her the Stellar wallet on my phone. From Chennai to Toronto, we'd been separated by continents, but technology was bridging something deeper. "This is how we trade coconut oil now?" she laughed, her Tamil melody familiar after years away. I explained how blockchain worked, how trust could exist without banks. She squeezed my hand instead, understanding something I was still learning—that real wealth was connection. That evening, I received my first cryptocurrency gift from her. Not the money itself, but her courage to meet me halfway, honoring our heritage while embracing tomorrow together.