the police office

Amma's fingers trembled as she opened the social media app, her first post earning real money. She'd documented our grandfather's old police station photograph—cracked walls, faded uniform hanging inside. The comments flooded in from cousins scattered across continents. Some called it lovable nostalgia, others found it abhorrent that such heritage buildings crumbled. But one cousin in Singapore sent a virtual gift, then another. For the first time, our family's stories mattered beyond dinner tables. Amma's eyes glistened, realizing distance meant nothing when culture could bridge hearts across oceans.