good morning

Amma's wrinkled hands held the cracked smartphone, staring at the sunrise photo she'd just posted. "Good morning," the caption read simply. Her granddaughter had shown her Facebook last year, and now, at seventy-three, she shared daily glimpses of her Chennai balcony. The reactions trickled in from cousins scattered across continents—Toronto, Singapore, London. A poet herself in her youth, Amma watched her small digital currency of love grow. Each emoji felt like a letter home. Today, a younger niece commented with a Tamil poem. Amma smiled, recognizing the words from her own mother's notebooks. Heritage wasn't just memory; it lived, breathed, and traveled through these golden morning posts, connecting souls across oceans.