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Priya's grandmother clutched the artifact replica, tears streaming down her weathered face. The Keeladi excavation had unearthed something precious—proof their ancestors thrived millennia ago, their Tamil script etched in clay. Working overseas, Priya had earned enough to fund her mother's archaeological passion. Today, holding this ancient shard's replica, three generations connected across continents and centuries. "We were here," grandmother whispered. "We mattered." Priya smiled, understanding finally. Money meant nothing compared to this: restoring what displacement had fractured. Their diaspora story, now complete, wove them back home through earth and belonging.