eating marshmallow

Amma's weathered hands trembled as she held the marshmallow, a gift from her grandson in America. In our small Chennai apartment, this sweet seemed impossibly foreign, yet magical. She'd never tasted anything so fluffy, so delicate. "Try it, Amma," he urged through the video call. As the marshmallow dissolved on her tongue, her eyes sparkled with childlike wonder. We laughed together—three generations connected across oceans. That simple moment became our most precious memory, shared instantly through our phones, celebrated by relatives in Tamil Nadu and beyond. In that sweetness, we found something deeper than sugar: the warmth of belonging, the promise of traditions evolving, bridging old and new.