A family

Amma clutched the photograph across continents, her weathered hands trembling. From Srirangam's temple streets to Toronto's snow, her children had scattered like temple flowers on wind. Yet weekly, they gathered virtually, pooling resources for her medical bills, sharing recipes, laughing until tears came. Her grandson asked why she saved every message. She whispered something ancient and new: family wasn't geography. It was showing up, staying reliable, being badass about love across oceans. When Amma recovered, she walked Srirangam's corridors again, carrying her diaspora's resilience within her heart.