time will tell

Amma's weathered hands trembled as she opened the video call from Singapore. Her grandson, born abroad, finally wanted to learn Tamil. She smiled, tears gathering softly. Years of sacrifice, working odd jobs, sending money home through careful networks—every rupee meant something. Now he was asking her to teach him the old songs, the ones her mother taught her in Chennai. "Time will tell," she whispered, as his face brightened on screen. Perhaps distance wouldn't erase their roots after all. Their bond, strengthened by sacrifice and love, would weave their stories together across oceans.