good night

Amma's trembling fingers typed slowly on her phone, sending money back home through the app her grandson taught her. Three thousand rupees for her sister's medical bills in Madurai. She smiled, watching the transfer complete instantly—technology connecting Chennai's diaspora to Tamil Nadu's heartland. Her son found her staring at childhood photographs, eyes glistening. "Missing home again?" he asked gently. "Always," she whispered. "But tonight feels different. I'm still helping, still belonging." She closed her eyes, picturing her sister receiving the funds tomorrow morning, wrapped in that same warmth their mothers once shared across generations.