Ammamma, Houston was my first home. I spent the very first year of my life here, surrounded by your love, the same love that has stayed with me all my life. Some of my happiest memories are the summers and Christmases I spent with you, filled with laughter, comfort, and the warmth only you could give.
You taught me so much in the quiet, everyday moments. You showed me how to cut vegetables at your kitchen counter, guiding my hands with your patience and care. You taught me how to make daal and rajma, not just recipes, but pieces of our family history, shared with love.
Thank you for shaping my childhood, for every lesson, every meal, every moment. Your love is woven into who I am, and it always will be.
I love you, Ammamma. I always will.