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Growing up, Amaya had been difficult. She had used her silence like a shield and her rebellion like a sword. She remembered the day she had screamed, "You aren't my real mother!" during a childhood tantrum. She remembered the way the light had left the woman’s eyes, yet how she had quietly stepped into the kitchen to prepare Amaya’s favorite milk rice anyway.

Tears blurred Amaya’s vision as she knelt, not just out of tradition, but out of a soul-deep gratitude. She realized then that a mother isn't just the one who gives life, but the one who spends their own life making sure yours is beautiful. Growing up, Amaya had been difficult

As Amaya grew older, the realization of what it meant to be a "Second Mother" began to weigh on her. She watched the woman age—the way she prioritized Amaya’s school uniforms over her own sarees, and how she stayed awake during feverish nights, praying to a god who wasn't even her own, just to see the girl smile. She remembered the way the light had left

"This belongs to you," the woman whispered, her voice thick with a decade of swallowed emotions. "I only kept it safe." As Amaya grew older, the realization of what