my baby Molly

Amma's fingers trembled as she typed, sharing Molly's photo across continents. Her granddaughter, born in Boston, wore the traditional pavadai she'd sewn by hand. The social network connected her to Tamil cousins scattered worldwide, each reaction a thread binding them together. She'd monetized her poetry collection last month, finally earning enough to send this gift. Words in her mother tongue had found unexpected worth online. Now Molly would grow knowing her roots, feeling the warmth of ancestors' voices echoing through digital corridors, uniting diaspora hearts across oceans.